 And they know, too, that music can heal. Their people have suffered an unimaginable collective ordeal, and the pain is still raw. My name is Amira. I am from Iraq. I was in Sinjar. I live in Hanqi. Amira managed to escape IS fighters by fleeing up the mountainside. But tears roll silently down her cheeks as she tells me what happened to her two older sisters, who were both taken as slaves.