Shaking with fear, family flees Baghdad
They did not say a word as they barrelled down the deserted, crater-pocked road at 110mph. For eight hours, their lips moved with verses from the Koran, but no sound emerged.
They prayed to the roar of their battered car, and to the scream of the desert wind. They prayed to the whine of the imam, reciting from the cassette player.
