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International Women's Day: A Tribute To The Yazidi Women

Today is International Women’s Day. Last year I focused on women as a whole and spoke of the hardships some of us endure from single parenthood to dying in war torn nations. But this year I want to focus on the women, the girls, the prisoners of war, who are being treated like objects and are being sold into slavery and treated as sex slaves. These girls and women are being raped countless times every day and are giving birth to babies at young ages and dying during childbirth. These victims of sex slavery are not only traumatized physically but also emotionally. When, if they are released from their imprisonments’, they are not able to speak to their families of what really happened to them, rape, because if they do they’ll be cast away from their families because of their family honor. These women are told that being raped by a man or men is acceptable within Islam, this is false information. These women are the thousands and hundreds of thousands of Yazidi women who have been taken away from their homes and captured by ISIS and are being treated as sex properties and raped countless times a day by many different men and some are being forced into marrying their captors. What I’ve realized is there are not enough words any of us could possibly use to describe what is happening to the Yazidi women. I feel the photographs that have been used to portray the sufferings of the Yazidi women cry out the pain they are facing and will forever be harnessed with.










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