The sharp pain brought back her terror, her will to live. Another stone flew past just missing her outstretched arms. Davoud bent over her and rolled her onto her back. ‘Because we cannot touch the unclean carcasses to bury or remove them.’ explained the first man. At a further village on the foothills of the mountains they were shocked to be asked to find the body of an unclean woman and bury it, if necessary shooting her first in the unlikely event that she was still alive. One stared at her for several seconds. They pulled the Imam’s clothes back onto him then carried him about a quarter of a kilometre back towards the village before dumping his body unceremoniously at the side of a well used track, where they assumed he would eventually be found and assumed to have been killed by a wolf or a bear. He had to fuck her.
