this story about Wahida. Actually it is an excerpt from a diary, in which Mark, the director, writes down his impressions.
The first part deals with describing the atmosphere on their way to Mosul: There are no people, only fighters, there are no inhabited houses, only crumbling walls. And then there is Wahida.
"But Daesh tries to keep out of her vicinity.Wahida's revenge is well known by IS.'If you've got to die, don't do it at Wahida's hands.' Since her husband was murdered by IS, Wahida stops at nothing...
During the dinner she has invited us to Wahida's fingers are tearing pieces from a roasted chicken. She passes the pieces of meat to me. 'Eat.' She indicates that I should have more appetite."
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