Reporters and international volunteers working on the ground in war torn Syria often get devastated with the stories that they come across. For reporter Jenan Moussa, it was just another day. Covering stories of the psychotic brutality inflicted upon on Yazidi people by the Islamic State soilders.

Moussa was supposed to interview a contact, an 8 year old Yazidi slave girl who was freed only a few days ago from her ISIS captors in Raqqa. Her brother is still somewhere in ISIS territory. Her mother is missing and her father is in Iraq.

Moussa was hoping for the young girl to tell her story. But what happened next compelled her to tell this little girl’s story on twitter.

Traumatised by the three year long ordeal at the hands of her ‘owners’, the girl spoke very little. Tormented and emotionally scarred. Moussa decided to skip the interview and take the young girl for shopping on the streets.

Outside the little girl walked around holding a hijab (Islamic clothing), just in case Daesh (ISIS) soilders came back. She was very weary of men and SUVs. The big cars reminded her of the same kind used by ISIS officers.

“It was heart breaking to see.”

She was only five when IS soilders took her as a slave. Since then it was mandatory for her to wear the hijab and niqab (face covered). Now free, she told Moussa that it was always her dream to wear nice colourful clothes.

After some serious shopping on the streets of Kobane, the little one found her perfect yellow dress.

Excited upon finding the right dress. Her face has been blurred for obvious reasons.

Next on her lost was nail polish. Accompanied by Moussa, the little girl went into a small shop and asked for “Islamic Nail Polish”. The temporary kind that can be washed away immediately before prayer. The Kurdish shopkeeper told her that they don’t have that kind in Kobani. Instead he offered her some regular nail polish.

The kind shopkeeper had to explain to the confused girl that ISIS is no more, that they need not cover up or pray five times or wear temporary nail polish.

Convinced, she got herself a pink coloured regular nail polish.

The ISIS lifestyle that she was forced to practice till a few days ago is still there. (After purchasing her pink nail polish.)

“She is my first friend”

Before leaving she wanted one more thing. A gift for the Kurdish girl whose family she is currently living with. It broke Moussa’s heart when she heard the girl say, “she is my first friend.”


On her way back from the souk, excited about surprising someone with a gift, she turned to Moussa and said, “I am happy now”. The Kurdish locals in Kobani were able to trace her father. He is currently somewhere in Iraq. Moussa hopes that this little girl can soon reunite with her father.