'As dusk fell, there was a knock on his door. Four Sunni Arabs clutching Kalashnikovs stood outside. "Why are you still here Shia?" they said. "All the rest of you scum have gone. You have until morning." His brother had already been killed and many of his friends had already fled.
He, his mother and four brothers piled their most important possessions into a car, drove to the house of a Sunni friend who promised to protect them for the night and then, as the sun rose, drove to Baghdad to find one of the Shia camps.'
