GoKawiilThe men of my tribe [extended family] threw my relative Kawthar Bashar al-Husayjawi, 15, into a pit and put a little dirt over her body. They had killed her hours earlier with 10 bullets, and split her small head with an axe. My family then joined others in coming on to the streets to dance and celebrate her death.
Kawthar lived in al-Nahrawan, a district in the south-east of Baghdad. She had been taken out of school and at age 13 forced to marry an alcoholic years older than her.
She was subjected to a year of violence and mistreatment before fleeing back to her family, who initially subjected her to house arrest and constant pressure to return to her husband and abuser. She threatened to end her life and, eventually, was officially divorced in court late in 2025.
Soon after, her cousin was released from prison and asked Kawthar’s parents for her hand in marriage. Kawthar refused as everyone knew the groom was involved in dealing in drugs and alcohol. Her family ignored her and gave their approval as, according to their custom, “a man’s word is not broken by a girl.” Her mother and female relatives at home could not join her in saying no.
In early May, as the day of the wedding and what she believed would be a new phase of rape and violence grew closer, Kawthar left the family home. She had been denied the chance to go to school or learn how to earn money, so she left with nothing except her clothes and a head covering.
After fleeing, she was spotted by a neighbour who abducted her for three days and, she says, subjected her to terrible things that she did not disclose. Although she assured her family that she had not absconded with him willingly – and even after surveillance cameras appeared to support her account of being dragged by force – her family refused to believe her.
double quotation mark What terrifies me most is how easy murder has become for men in Iraq. They no longer fear the law or the state
Kawthar’s father, uncle and fiance interrogated her about what had happened during those three days before taking her to an open area on the outskirts of Baghdad. I have tried to imagine what she was feeling in that car with three men from the family that was supposed to be her circle of safety. Did they tell her her fate? What were her last pleas? Was she screaming, hoping their consciences would wake up? Or did she wonder how her father could do this to his daughter?
On social media, I saw her childlike face, the last time she wore her school uniform. An old picture that doesn’t show all her beautiful features. Videos soon spread of members of the tribe dancing happily at her murder. I did not see anyone grieving within the family. On the contrary, the men were celebrating.
When I heard the news, I was at home on a normal afternoon, until my father came in with the news of her disappearance and murder. If I had heard this story from a stranger, in a post on Instagram, I probably would not have believed it. How can a person carry all this ugliness in their heart and inflict it upon their daughter? But it happened here to a girl I knew and once sat with.
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