(Demon Shao: Sigh, last week, I finally rushed to the fifth place on the new book list with the help of Sanjiang, I thought that I could go a few more places this week, but it turned out that there were indeed books in front of me that had been off the list for a month, but there were two books in a row that surpassed me with Sanjiang, and after a few back and forth, I stopped at the fifth place, which is really the "fifth unit".) Asking for votes, asking for votes, asking for votes~ It's already the fifth unit, and it can't be the sixth unit anymore~)

About thirty kilometers west of the capital, Mogadishu, there is a small town called "Afgoye".

If you open the map and look at it strategically, Afgoye is just a small black spot in Somalia, a land of 637,000 square kilometers with the characteristics of a peninsula, and there are few resources or advantages worthy of attention other than the geographical proximity to the already shattered capital.

But with a large population base of more than 100,000 in this small town, it is almost an incredible miracle for Somalia, with an average population density of only 13 people per kilometre.

But if you look at the history of this country, it is not difficult to see the reason for this miracle. As early as 2007, government forces issued a warning in Mogadishu to withdraw from civilian areas where the army had gathered to facilitate military operations by security forces, and then set off a frenzy of civilian refugees in Mogadishu, when nearly 150,000 people fled into Afgooye, overcrowding the town and keeping international aid agencies busy for quite some time.

Over time, a significant number of refugees moved to Baidoa, the third largest city in Somalia that was relatively safer due to the presence of Ethiopian troops 250 kilometres from Mogadishu, and a group of people who had lost their homeland and returned to Somalia.

However, on 26 January 2009, Ethiopia formally withdrew its troops from Baidoa, ending a two-year military campaign in Somalia, on the same day that Al-Shabaab rebels invaded Baidoa and occupied most of the city, including the Somali Transitional Parliament. A large number of refugees fled from Abaido to Afgoye, making the town, which had gradually returned to calm, boiling again.

The ups and downs of a small town like Afgoye can be said to be a barometer of war in the entire Somali country.

Time, let's push forward a little bit the day before.

For the vast majority of people living in the small town of Afgoye, it was just an ordinary morning, but for the fifteen-year-old Cholera, it represented the beginning of hell.

As usual, the sun is shining every morning in Somalia, and the slightly flat square outside the town comes alive shortly after the sun rises.

At least a thousand people were gathered in the square, and in the middle of the square stood five men with serious faces holding the Qur'an, who were respected "judges" in the crowd, and before dawn they were led to the door of the house with the most brutal attitude, and all the way to the square, Cholera, who was to be interrogated.

In the face of all this, she looked around cautiously, and saw a familiar face in the crowd, she only felt a "boom" explosion in her brain, and when she finally reacted, the first thought in her heart was: Oops!

Giolella didn't even remember what the five serious-looking judges had asked her, how could a fifteen-year-old girl who usually stayed at home have seen such a battle? She just mechanically listened to the other party's inquiry, nodded or shook her head stupidly, and after a few minutes, the five judges raised their right hands together, and they unanimously ruled that Giolella was guilty!

It wasn't until she was put on a wooden frame, and her hands were tied separately at the ends of the frame, that she woke up from a dream, and she was about to open her mouth to shout something, but someone was stuffed with a piece of linen in her mouth, and an elderly woman looked at her with sympathetic eyes, and whispered in her ear: "No matter how much it hurts for a while, you must bite it, or you will bite your tongue off." ”

Chorella's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and under her frightened gaze, a executioner holding a leather whip walked under her hand, the executioner's right hand shook, and there were two whips in the air, "pop", "pop", two explosions of whips in the air, Chorella's muscles subconsciously collapsed, just when she found out that it was just a false alarm, her whole body involuntarily weakened, and even the moment when her strength was evacuated, the leather whip finally threw it at her too thin back. The pain in her heart, like a red-hot steel needle, pierced Chorella's brain, causing her to bite the linen in her mouth desperately.

The executioner, apparently enjoying his work at the moment, and not knowing what mercy was, waved the leather whip in his hand again and again, and with each whip, the woman who had just shoved the linen into Chorella's mouth would give a loud number.

In Iran, Afghanistan, Nigeria, Somalia, Saudi Arabia and other countries, there are still some regions that still use the ancient Islamic criminal code, according to the "statute", a married woman who commits adultery can be sentenced to death on the spot as long as four people testify; If an unmarried girl is guilty of adultery, there are four witnesses, and the sentence is one hundred lashes.

And Chorella was sentenced to a hundred lashes "according to the law" because she had intimate contact with her lover without marrying!

Giolella didn't know how long she had fainted from the pain, and she had been awake a few times under the stimulation of the pain, her back had already been drawn to a bloody blur, and in the face of the pain that hit her back like a storm, the only thing she could do was to desperately bite the linen in her mouth, as long as she let go of her mouth at this time, she would die, and she kept gritting her teeth and persevering, maybe she could still hold a hundred lashes, and there would be a glimmer of life.

The hundred lashes were finally over, and the executioner licked his lips with all his heart, and then glanced with disgruntled eyes at the girl who had just been lowered from the execution rack and fell into a coma again...... Chorella turned out to be alive.

Giolera was put aside, and soon another man in his forties was brought before the five "judges", and after a short interrogation, the three judges raised their right hands again, while the other two judges hesitated and did not say anything, but it was enough...... Even if there is no conclusive evidence, according to the Islamic law, it only takes four witnesses to testify, or three of the five judges to vote by a show of hands, to determine the guilt of the offender!

The two militants put down their rifles and picked up shovels, and after ten minutes they dug a pit more than one meter deep, and after putting the convicted man into the pit, they refilled it with soil and buried the man waist-high in the pit. During this time, the man buried in the pit kept crying out for help, watching someone carry a pile of fist-sized stones in front of him, the man's face suddenly rose with pale despair, and his cry became more and more poignant.

According to Islamic law, if a married man like him commits adultery with an unmarried girl, and is approved by a show of hands by a judge, he faces the death penalty, and it is one of the most cruel death sentences in human beings...... Stoning!

The current Somali government, which is backed by Western countries, controls only a handful of large cities in the country, but at least a relatively formal and well-established legal system has been adopted within their jurisdiction, but other areas controlled by Islamic militant groups have used draconian ancient Islamic criminal laws.

In the case of al-Shabaab, they banned film and television in their "jurisdiction", and people were not allowed to watch sports such as football, even at weddings, they were not allowed to dance indigenous African dances, and of course they were not allowed to surf the Internet freely on computers.

All entertainment is banned, and in the 21st century, the only way to turn living people into their own captive animals is to use authoritarian coercion to control people's minds, isolate them from the rapidly developing world, and make everyone as tame as sheep because of the fear of death. In the ancient Islamic criminal law, those laws and regulations that were attacked by world public opinion because they were too cruel naturally became the most effective tools used by these rebels to kill chickens and monkeys and use them to consolidate the "regime".

Think about it, what is the use of a "criminal" who is already destined to be used as a tool, even if he pleads?!

More than a dozen men with cloth covers on their heads grabbed fist-sized stones at their feet, and with an order, the stones rained down on the man whose body was buried in the soil and could not dodge or escape.

After confirming that the prisoner was dead, the dozen or so people who executed them launched a frenzied cheer, as if they had just done something so noble for the country and the people, and then the sound of automatic rifles shooting into the sky resounded in the sky, in this way, to the residents of the entire town, ** naked expression of their power and actual control.

Cholaira, who woke up in the midst of the gunfire, opened her eyes just in time to see the armed thugs digging up the body of her beloved lover from the pit, looking at the corpse that no longer had any human appearance on the upper body, a stream of blood rushed to her brain, and her eyes were dark, and she fainted again.

By the time Chorella regained consciousness, it was early in the morning, and it was unknown who had sent her back to her "home," which was propped up with plastic sheeting, sticks, and a few gasoline cans. The night breeze blew in through the gaps between the plastic sheets, and Cholaila, who was wounded all over her body, was in pain and hungry, and had almost no strength in her body, couldn't help but shudder. Her body shook and pulled at the wound on her back, and she couldn't help but let out a painful snort.

Just as Giolaira was trying to struggle to get up from the straw mat, by the light of the moon, which was not so bright, she suddenly saw a dark figure, sitting on a stone opposite her, looking at her quietly, meeting Chorella's frightened gaze, the figure immersed in darkness, put his finger to his lips, and whispered, "Shhhh......h

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