Nadia is the last of a family of eleven children and “the first to claim, insist, revolt”. She lives in Kocho, in the north of Iraq, tastes the joys of a life surrounded by her parents, brothers, sisters and great-niece, Kathrine, another herself. At 15, she dreams of being a hairdresser, but her path is diverted by Islamic State convoys. They advance like dark hordes towards the villages around Sinjar.
On August 15, 2014, Nadia was 21 years old. The men of Daech gather the inhabitants of Kocho, who offload everything, under penalty of being killed. Women are abducted and go to supply slave markets. They become currencies of exchange for a few dollars, a pair of sneakers or weapons. The younger they are – and moreover virgins – the more the bids rise. Nadia suffers a long series of rapes. Sexual slaves and spoils of war, 7,000 Yazidies pass into the hands of Daesh.
Nadia manages to escape her executioners, finds refuge in an exile camp. She learns that Kathrine, wanting to flee, jumped on a bomb. Traumatized, she loses her speech. We can repair the wounds of the body, but “one day we will have to tell” tells him Dr. Nagham. From then on, she will no longer be silent. On December 8, 2018, in Oslo, Nadia Murad receives the Nobel Peace Prize. Maria Poblete’s story goes straight to the point: denouncing rape as a weapon of war.