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It's this indictment of her own, Yazidis, that stays with me for how familiar it feels.
Yazidis are considered ‘infidels’ by ISIS – they were killed by the thousands, the women enslaved en masse, when the terror group was at its zenith in Iraq and Syria. And yet, when recalling the horror, it’s the way her own society imperilled her that 21-year-old Salwa remembers.
This documentary is filmed in Germany in 2018, where 1,100 Yazidi survivors of ISIS brutalities found refuge. There, they have managed to rebuild shattered lives even as mothers and sisters are missing – presumed enslaved or killed – fathers and brothers dead.
Before it was too late for Salwa in Iraq’s Sinjar, before the militants came, she says it was Yazidi men who prevented them from running.
Knowing how to drive seems like a small thing, in the grand scale of what was happening in Iraq and Syria. And yet it is that small independence they were denied that might have made all the difference.
The camera follows three women – Lamiya, Salwa and Bazi – as they go about their lives in Germany; to classes, to work.
The interviews seem almost too voyeuristic as the interviewer asks uncomfortable, probing questions that make for difficult watching. Not enough that they went through hell, now they must rip open the wounds for us to spectate.
Lamiya was one of two Yazidi women survivors who won the EU’s prestigious human rights award – the Sakharov Prize – for their work in advocating for their besieged community.
Barring Salwa, who becomes agitated recalling the concentric injustices heaped upon her, the women remain stoic while recounting their horrible past.
The narration is disorganised, with the story flipping between the three women and their brothers almost randomly, bits of background and current-day appearing haphazardly in a way that can be disorienting.
Despite the gripping horror of each story, there is not much different in the perspectives offered than what we’ve heard over the years now in countless pieces of reporting – the kidnappings, the slavery, the killings.
The concerted effort to separate and isolate women; mothers from daughters, sisters and friends from each other. The use of children as bargaining chips and punishment for mothers. The widespread betrayal of trust in these conditions, across the board; neighbours, friends, strangers.
Two of the three women who spoke expressed disgust, contempt and were especially distressed by the encouragement given to Daesh terrorists by their wives.
It was felt as a deeper betrayal, even though Salwa explains why they did it:
The story ends on a retributive note, with a young girl saying she would recognise the man who raped her if she saw him, and wants him punished. Even though the girls are settled now in Germany with jobs and friends, some of them still find it difficult to sleep. Even an ocean away and years later, the scars still itch. But how did they make it out of that hell? The German government reached out.
Director Amish Srivastava talks about how the goodwill of the German government helped them escape. All of the Yazidi women given safe passage to Germany had been housed in IDP refugee camps in Kurdistan.
While the women are free to go back if they want to, most of them don’t have a life to go back to. They have been given three-year residence permits to stay in Germany, which renew automatically. They can also apply for citizenship under German law after eight years, adds Srivastava.
Watching the documentary is an exhausting experience, but the viewer is forewarned. One of the first lines that appear on the screen is “Girls risked their lives to escape Islamic State captivity. Few succeeded.”
That’s a glimpse into the stories that follow, that leave you blinking back angry tears by the end.
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