We came with our organization to many places in Iraqi Kurdistan and in Syrian region Rojava. During our travels, we met many people and listened to unbelievable stories. In today’s article, I will tell you a story of one girl from the city of Sinjar. I will not disclose her name, her family didn’t like that due to security.

The girl was only 15 years old. I knew her personally; we met in Iraqi Kurdistan in the Sharya village, near the city of Duhok. 1 year and cca 8 months ago, the ISIS units attacked the city while her family was sleeping. Out of nowhere, as a bad phantom, ISIS came to their home. Father was killed on the spot, her younger siblings were dragged away, she and here mother were cuffed and thrown in a van. She told me: “I don’t know how long did we go or where. We were driving for a long time in terrible heat without food or water. I didn’t really feel anymore because of exhaustion. After a while I woke up, we were with my mother and some girls in a kind of cellar. We spent there around 10 days, one man had been bringing us bread and water. He never spoke to us. I can’t even express how frightened we were. Out of nowhere, men speaking Arabic came to the cellar, they cuffed all of us and dragged us outside. After a long time I saw daylight. It wasn’t before that when I realised, that we are in Syria, in the city of Rakkah. They took us to the city square, there was a market where girls were sold as goods. The sale started”. In this moment, she broke to tears. I tried to be strong and not to cry. “Me and another 4 girls were bought by an older man about 60-70 years old. In chains he took us to his home, where another girls and women were. They gave us hijabs, which we had to dress. The girl that didn’t want to was beaten by a stick until she bled. After we got dressed, we had to clean. In the evening, he told us we became Muslims and thus his possession. I was scared very much, I didn’t know what’s coming. We all slept together. The man who owned us came to our room with other guys.” All that she told me about the night brought up in me anger and partially sadness. They are not people but monsters.

“In the course of the following days, it was like I wasn’t even alive. I didn’t care about anything, I just wanted to die. I held onto life just because I hoped to see my mother and siblings. I was held captive for half a year. During that time I was sold three times.

One day I was contacted by an employee of my owner, he spoke to me in my mother tongue, Kurdish. He said: “Don’t worry, your suffering is coming to end, be strong.” I didn’t know why is he saying that or what does he want from me. That evening a customer came to whom we were sold. He put us in a van and we left Rakkah. This time we weren’t cuffed, we got food and drinks. We drove for whole night until we arrived to Kurdish borders. It wasn’t until then when I found out that he bought us so he could free us. We were picked up by a Yazidi man at the border and I finally felt safe. He took us to a house with doctors and other people, who tried to help us.” That evening I couldn’t fall asleep because I kept thinking about this horrible story. Life has given her a second chance. After a few days we met again and she cried because she had found out that her mother was dead. At least, luckily one of her siblings was found alive. Others are possibly still held captive by the ISIS. We became friends with the girl, she was very kind and friendly.

When I tried to look for her in the school after some time, she wasn’t there. I looked up the director who cleared the situation for me – she was in second month of pregnancy. She couldn’t bear the situation and committed suicide. That hit me really hard. After what she went through and got a second chance, the story doesn’t have a happy end. I am asking myself why is that. Such a young girl had to go through terrible stuff before she died. The director had to accompany me home because I wasn’t able to go by myself. His words are still in my head: “ We lose our beloved every day, if you want to stay and help, you have to live with it.” He was right, I have already lost three people who were close to me there. But these stories are motivation for me and our organisation to keep helping and help even more. Our organisation can help only thanks to your support. Thank you very much on behalf of our organisation and all the people we help.

A story of my friend… one of the thousands terrible stories of Yazidi girls and women