Still it’s family

Sinjar still the same, the road as dusty as before, even the reek of wormwood as nauseating, but when Nisreen approached their house she knew that everything had changed.

It’s windows were like vacant eyes, a door whined in the persistent wind.

In her heart she had always known that men and boys had been murdered while Erum and mother had been sold… or worse.

Why did only she escape?

Sighing she entered the house when suddenly a voice calling:

“Nisreen, it’s you… “

Erum and a baby… a blue-eyed boy.

Nisreen flinched but never hesitated.

“Good, we need a man”.

© Jean L. Hays

The picture reminded me of some of the pictures I have seen from the Yazidi villages that were invaded by ISIS and I imagine the huge problems for the survivors. Especially those poor women who had children with their captors and are now not allowed to keep them to be accepted if they want to get back to their families.

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May 8, 2019

52 responses to “Still it’s family

  1. The realities of war and the ravages of women and girl in the war are an ongoing stain on humanity. All too often girls are kidnapped, swindled, sweet-talked, threatened, sold, raped, married-off, trafficked, tortured, and brutalized. And yet when/if they manage to escape or get their bearings or find a way out, they are once again victimized for ‘no longer being a virgin’ or for having a child they never asked to be impregnated with to now care for, suspected of betrayal, shunned, and driven to more trafficking and rape and slavery.
    I am glad that in your story, the woman is accepted back – and her innocent child with her, too – and that the impossibly reality is understood. It is the least any of us can do. To help heal some of the awfulness many of us may never be able to understand.
    Nicely done.

  2. You give a chilling and poetic account of horror taking place on this beautiful Earth. I am now reading the book ‘ Malala ‘ which gives a
    deep and vivid insight.


  3. So much backlash against women in too much of the world. The overall anger and hatred makes my head, and heart, ache daily

  4. Excellent writing, Björn. Sensitively told. It is an awful reality for far too many and I, too, am glad you had Nisreen accepting.

  5. Powerful story, and an even more powerful explanation note. In Korea, the children of American fathers and Korean girls were called “dust children”–as if they didn’t really exist.

  6. A good story that fits in with the recent news, Bjorn. There is now a whole tent city of mostly women and children left from the last bunch of ISIS fighters most of whom were killed in western Syria. No one knows what to do with them. The women are dying and the children are malnourished. It’s horrible. No country wants them. —- Suzanne

  7. Those fighters for a pure state are not very pure themselves. Nisreen’s practical approach to life will help her survive.

  8. Unflinchingly told, and such an important issue to speak about. It ‘s so barbaric that men raping women in war situations is seen by some as a legitimate ‘weapon’.

  9. Excellent story, Bjorn, and the opening sentence is terrific. People do appalling things for power. I like the way you show the resilience of the human spirit in your story.

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