I Visualise ISIS Every Time I Throw A Punch

Showers drum on the roof and a rooster chorus crescendos in the distance, but in this demountable, there is quiet. An Iraqi woman is writing on a whiteboard, her hair wound tightly underneath a black headscarf. Next to her, a blonde woman in a khaki T-shirt engages both arms to punch the air. Her moves are being mirrored by a dozen women, dressed in tracksuit bottoms and T-shirts emblazoned with two words: Boxing Sisters. It’s Monday morning in the Rwanga refugee camp near Duhok, in the Kurdistan Region of Iraq, currently home to more than 15,000 people; 12 of whom entered the cabin this morning for their first boxing lesson.

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