Small groups of civilians coming from Isis held territory began to trickle in from up the street Despite their escape from Isis. They were absent of joy. There was no waving or smiling to indicate liberation they just walked past with empty hollow eyes. Women sobbed and hung their shoulders while men mumbled to themselves  their heads down We handed out water bottles and you could tell they were grateful But otherwise it was this as if the dead and small sullen groups were marching past One of the men led a small group of weeping women toward us Pulling out my pirate scope I checked the hands from a distance and studied the women to see if their hijab's Contained any odd shapes or might indicate