“I recognized two people pulling away my daughter Shabana.My daughter wasscreaming in pain asking the men to leave her alone.My mind was seething withfear and fury. I could do nothing to help my daughter from being assaultedsexually and tortured to death.My daughter was like a flower, still to see life.Whydid they have to do this to her? What kind of men are these? The monsters toremy beloved daughter to pieces.”Medina Mustafa Ismail Sheikh, then in Kalol refugee camp, Panchmahals District, G...