K and her friend Y on their way to school. Y's dad is a peshmerga and left for the frontline today. We are so concerned for him. They're good friends of ours.

It was sobering meeting a peshmerga in the neighbourhood leaving to fight who said to J something like "hope to see you again, if I survive". It makes us realise that time is short, the work is large, the labourers are few.

J has been asked a few times now if he's going to go and fight but one of our neighbours has decided he's too tall so it would be too dangerous for him!