I hesitated, unsure, but was tempted by the promises and the vision of joining a righteous fight, of doing my duty as a Muslim, of having a purpose in my life. You might wonder how I could be tempted at all. Sometimes I wonder too, today. But the idea had its attractions to a woman like me. I had grown up in a family where the men complained relentlessly about the compromises that living in England entailed for their faith. Daesh had already swept through much of Iraq, and was beginning to get bad publicity in the West, but that is all I considered it: bad publicity. Ameena and I discussed it for hours. We had Internet friends who agreed with us. Hejjiye was by no means the only person from 'over there' who sent us news that contradicted some of what we read or heard in England. We were far from convinced, then, that the Western media were being objective or factual.