The Tears of Mount Sinjar: Resisting brutal ISIS attacks on the Yazidi
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A heartbreakingly sad and powerful story "I don't want to kill you," Zubair said, "not until after I tear off that dress and hear you screaming in pain to add to my joy." Agrin was looking at him, clenching the dagger in her hand. "But I won't take that risk." "No doubt your dead body will serve me with the same joy," Zubair said, waving the muzzle of his gun in her face. "Now, you tell me where to aim and shoot you so that nothing detracts from your beauty, huh? The middle of your eyes? Or perhaps your heart." He pointed his rifle at her head and Agrin closed her eyes. The sound of gunfire shocked Agrin. She opened her eyes to see Zubair fall to his knees and his weapon slide from his fingers. He looked puzzled. He touched his bloody chest, looking at his hand and then at Agrin. Agrin grasped the dagger even tighter and launched herself at Zubair, plunging the blade into his heart, twisting it as hard as she could. Zubair toppled to the ground. Agrin pulled her dagger out and wiped the blood on the grass.
Author: Homeira Soufi
Format: Paperback, 332 pages, 140mm x 216mm, 422 g
Published: 2022, Silverbird Publishing Pty, Limited, Australia
Genre: General & Literary Fiction
Description
A heartbreakingly sad and powerful story "I don't want to kill you," Zubair said, "not until after I tear off that dress and hear you screaming in pain to add to my joy." Agrin was looking at him, clenching the dagger in her hand. "But I won't take that risk." "No doubt your dead body will serve me with the same joy," Zubair said, waving the muzzle of his gun in her face. "Now, you tell me where to aim and shoot you so that nothing detracts from your beauty, huh? The middle of your eyes? Or perhaps your heart." He pointed his rifle at her head and Agrin closed her eyes. The sound of gunfire shocked Agrin. She opened her eyes to see Zubair fall to his knees and his weapon slide from his fingers. He looked puzzled. He touched his bloody chest, looking at his hand and then at Agrin. Agrin grasped the dagger even tighter and launched herself at Zubair, plunging the blade into his heart, twisting it as hard as she could. Zubair toppled to the ground. Agrin pulled her dagger out and wiped the blood on the grass.
The Tears of Mount Sinjar: Resisting brutal ISIS attacks on the Yazidi
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