Frag Out! Magazine
Issue link: https://fragout.uberflip.com/i/840553
whose have to talked fingers cover Jamhesho disabled near bloody p a t c h e s and tiny feet that look like they were decaying. Every now and then her parents are gifted with lanoline strips. It is a lucky day because their kid stops screaming in pain, if only for few hours. Nihad lives close by too. She is stunning, lovely shaped but with the eyes of an old woman. She has spent two years in captivity. Her "master" wanted to keep her to himself. She was mercilessly raped and finally, got pregnant. They have forced her to have the baby. When her release was negotiated, terrorists have taken her son away and sent her back from Syria to Bajid Candala on her own. Until I see you again Those stories did not get mundane. Every single one of them made me barking mad, every single one of them made me cry. I know, of course I know, that hundred, two hun- dred bucks that we are able to give people that decided to share their stories with us would not change the world. But we also know, that for now, it is the only thing we are capable of doing. The knowledge that the money they have gotten will allow them to buy maybe just a change of clothes, or maybe, for a month they will eat something more than bread and rice for dinner, somehow helped with processing this enormous amount of suffering and grief. But the same knowledge pushed me to make a vow, to promise those hazel eyes of the children, those morbidly shut lips of the women, those desperately clenched fists of volunteer soldiers, but mostly to promise myself that I will come back here. I just could not do otherwise. REPORT