All Lara’s Wars All Lara’s Wars
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Pankisi Gorge and Alazani Plain as seen from Tbatani. Photo by Aleksey Muhranoff (CC BY-SA 3.0)
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All Lara’s Wars

Wojciech Jagielski
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All Lara’s Wars is the true story of a mother who lost her sons to ISIL. Lara lives in the Pankisi Gorge, a remote valley in north-eastern Georgia, home to the tiny Kist ethnicity, descended from Chechens who crossed the Caucasus range a century ago and settled in Georgia for good. In the late 1980s Lara went to live in Grozny, where she married a Chechen and started a career as an actress as well as a family. But when the First Chechen War erupted in 1994, she took her two small sons home to Pankisi Gorge to be safe and far from the conflict. When in the Second Chechen War the Russians set out to annihilate the Chechens, freedom fighters who had embraced their Islamic identity escaped over the mountains and came to settle in Pankisi too. Fearing that her sons, now in their early teens, were falling under the influence of these Islamic fundamentalists, Lara sent them to western Europe, where their father was living. There they had opportunities to learn languages and develop careers, but even there they weren’t safe from being radicalized. Inevitably, in his early 20s, Lara’s older son, Shamil, went to join the jihad in Syria. But unlike many mothers, Lara was determined to go there and persuade him to come home. This extract describes

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