day quite unexpectedly light came into my life on september fifteenth twenty fifteen and i asked a man called out my name along with seven y p g fighters. they shoved us into the back of a van which drove down a bumpy track into the night we were thrown all over the place and i could soon taste the dust and sand of the desert on my lips. last winter killed was exchanged for high as terrorists including four from north africa who were being held by the kurds. after two hundred eighty days in iran's captivity his parents came to collect him from the kurdish why p.g. the militia was keen to parade their success and publish the first photo of my suit