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27/07/15, Zakho, Iraq -- <br />
Maysa 18 years-old, illiterate. <br />
From Talqasab - Sinjar<br />
Date of Capture: 03/08/2014  <br />
Length of captivity: 10 months<br />
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We were farmers and had a large piece of land that we all looked after. In the village half of us were Muslim, the other half Yazidi. I was in love with a boy from the village and we wanted to get married. I don’t know what happened to him after ISIS arrived. <br />
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At three in the morning we heard the first gunshots and then airplanes flying. By morning we realized that every Yazidi family was gone. Only Muslim families were left. We ran to our neighbor and borrowed his truck to leave the village. We set off toward the mountain, but ISIS fighters stopped us on the way. They were from different countries, not only from Iraq: Pakistan, Egypt, and Saudi Arabia. They told us to get out of the truck. The road was full of corpses; they killed many people. They separated the girls from everyone else and brought us to Baadj in their jeeps. My mum tried to come with us, but they hit her with the butt of a gun and knocked her down. We didn’t eat for three days; we only cried. They told us not to be afraid, that they would not hurt us. They had a problem with the government they said, not with the people. Then they brought us to Badush prison. It was dark and packed with people. I found my uncle’s wife and she told me that she didn’t know if my mother was there. I spent the night looking for her among the many women and finally found her in the morning. I held her tight for those few hours before they took her away again. They separated the young girls and brought us to Mosul. <br />
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In Mosul we were inside a two-story building, five hundred of us. A sheik came. He had a stick in one hand and a book in the other. He had come to convert us to Islam. We said the words he asked us to say and according to the man we were now Muslim and had to go with them. One morning at five they picked us up, forced us to put on black abayas, chained our