A thirty-five-year-old woman was screaming for help in intense fear. And at the same time, she was pleading with the human-like wolves. But her screams and pleas could not soften the hearts of the oppressors. They brutally picked up her infant child and lit a fire. They erected iron bars around it and laid the breastfeeding baby on top of it. The child's scream rose, and a few steps away, his mother was writhing in chains. After a few minutes, the child turned into coal. The mother also passed away from this mortal world due to intense grief. This was the land of Syria, it was only the second day of Bashar al-Assad's government.
O Allah, when will I die? She began to pray to her Lord for death instead of wishes. She was just a fifteen-year-old girl who had been imprisoned a year ago. It was a terrible and extremely cold night in 2003. She lived in Mosul with her parents and brother. For a long time, she had been hearing the rattling of bombs and bullets. Sometimes the oppression of ISIS and sometimes the oppression of the Kurds, every day and every night a new history of oppression was being written. That night, she was sitting at home drinking soup with her parents when suddenly ISIS officials broke down the door and entered the house. Without saying anything, they riddled her parents with bullets. Both were terrified. It had only been a short time when American vehicles came to a halt. The American officer looked at her and shot her brother. Ah!
Today, another Hamza had watered this land with his blood in Mosul.
Seeing this, the sister fainted.
The American soldiers dragged her into the car and took her away.
To be continued,,,,,,,,,,