IN THE crumbling streets of Mosul, as machine gun fire crackled in the distance and ISIS fighters advanced up the road, Sally Becker huddled in a darkened building. Ordered to keep her phone dark and her presence silent, she had just returned from the muster point in an ambulance when the warning came: “Go inside quickly, ISIS have broken through the lines.”
The tension was suffocating. She knew too well what happened when hostages in Iraq were taken – those horrifying images of captives in orange jumpsuits played on a loop in her mind. And then, in that moment of dread, her phone lit up. Not with an alert from a fixer or a fellow aid worker, but with a photo from home: a glass upside down, trapping a spider, and the words “Mum, help!”. It was the kind of domestic drama any parent might expect on a quiet afternoon in Britain. But her daughter Billie, then 16, had no idea her mother was in Mosul – let alone hiding from terrorists just yards away.
“She remembered that I put the glass over the top of the spider, but she didn’t know what to do next, to slide the piece of cardboard underneath and throw it out of the back door,” remembers Sally of that heart-stopping moment. “I couldn’t tell her because I’m sitting in this building with ISIS coming up the road.”
Unlike the spider, Sally was in danger of being held captive by people who would not be thinking about relea...
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