From Syria to Sana'a to Taiz, the journey was long and tiring. Enduring suffocating heat and unsanitary conditions, Zana was already homesick. In Taiz, they stopped to spend the night at the home of one of Andul Khada's friends. The host's wife was very kind and friendly to Zana, but after some time of trying to communicate with her, she began crying. Zana realised much later that this woman knew what was going to happen and wanted to warn her. Everyone knew about Zana. And yet she knew nothing. Blinded by the innocence of her 15 years, she trusted Abdul Khada.

His house in Hockail, near the village of Moqbana, would be her prison. Two hours from Taiz, it was perched on a dry rocky mountaintop, half an hour's rugged trek from the ground. On arrival, she met his parents and his wife Ward, his son Mohammed's wife Bakela and their two daughters, Shiffa, 8 and Tamanay, 5. All of them in this house. The living conditions were horrific : a ragged 6cm mat to sleep on, an unlit cave-like chamber with a bucket which passed for a bathroom, and a hole in the ground for a toilet. Bare mud floors, walls lined with cow dung and stifling heat to intensify the pungent air….

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