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PROLOGUE

Searing heat, unlike any I have ever known. Sweat runs down my face, soaking and pooling below. My skin burns, my throat aches for water from a bottle that has long been drained and discarded. I look down at my five-year-old daughter, Rojha, collapsed for the second time on the hard mountain face. “My legs hurt, Mummy. I can’t walk anymore,” she whimpers.

“We have to keep going, Rojha. It is not safe here,” I plead, pulling her up to her feet. Iran’s harsh Zagros Mountains had looked so enticing and magnificent from a distance, but close up they are covered with loose rocks and rise at a treacherous incline. As we climb, I deliberately keep Rojha to the right of me. One wrong step and we plummet to our deaths, but this desperate journey is the only way I know to get Rojha and me out of Iran. I’d rather we die than go back and subject my daughter to the lifetime of oppression that awaits her there with her father. We have to get out of here. We’re never going back to him.

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