India, Feb. 2 -- They called me "Sabia."

Call me 'Jaria.'

Daesh saw me.

As "Spoils of War."

I met them on German streets.

I met them on European streets.

I met them inside the UN corridors.

I met them in every white Western nation.

In Western universities,

In the lecture halls of moral authority.

I met them seated,

Inside global human rights bodies,

Speaking the language of free Palestine,

Of human rights and justice,

With clean hands

And borrowed grief.

Just like the enemies of the untouchables.

I met them everywhere.

The West calls civilised

In White nations,

In politics,

In peace,

In asylum camps,

In partnership with Jasmine,

In global human rights chambers.

They are omnipresent,

And omnipotent.

I met my viol...