THE DAVID PRATT ARCHIVE
THE MIDDLE EAST
Exodus from Mosul
Their faces said it all, a tableau of fear, confusion and exhaustion. One little boy clutched his mother's hand, while his sister cowered close to her side, wary of the many strangers around her. Although she could be no more than seven or eight years old, there was something about the look on the little girl's face that made her appear older than she was. It was a telling look, a strange mixture of profound sadness, apprehension and resignation that spoke volumes about the traumatic experience she and her siblings had gone through.
Life on the frontline fighting Islamic State
It was an apocalyptic sky. The thick plumes of black smoke spiralling upwards had settled into a dense blanket hovering ominously over the town of Qayyara.“Daesh have set fire to the oil wells, the smoke lets them hide from the coalition warplanes and their bombs,” a masked Iraqi soldier tells me using the commonly used Arabic acronym for the jihadists and pointing to the sky. Occasionally a fireball punctures the curtain of soot-black smoke as another powerful bomb from the US-led coalition airstrikes detonates on its target inside the town.