Rome (AFP) - They arrive in their hundreds every month, their heads full of dreams of new lives in Europe.
In reality, many of them are destined for years of sexual slavery.
A fatwa has been discovered in Syria which contains extremely detailed rulings on when the 'owners' of female slaves can have sex with them Explicit: Fatwa No 64, dated January 29, 2015, and issued by the terror group's Committee of Research and Fatwas, appears to codify sexual relations between ISIS fighters and their female captives for the first time, going further than a pamphlet issued by the group in 2014 on how to treat slaves The United Nations and human rights groups have accused ISIS of the systematic abduction and rape of thousands of women and girls as young as 12, especially members of the Yazidi minority in northern Iraq. 64, dated January 29, 2015, and issued by the terror group's Committee of Research and Fatwas, appears to codify sexual relations between ISIS fighters and their female captives for the first time, going further than a pamphlet issued by the group in 2014 on how to treat slaves.
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