Listening to Karlus’s testimony was almost unbearable. When I had asked him how he felt about ISIS, he had looked at me with his kind, tired eyes. Speaking slowly, he said that what had happened was not easy to share, but that in the end he was trying to forgive. Then he added: “I want the world to know.”
As I sat with him in a small church in the Jordanian capital, Amman, he told me exactly what ISIS had done to him. Karlus had been tortured for more than six weeks: hung by his left leg from the ceiling, beaten and sexually abused. They wanted him to convert to Islam and fight on their side. He refused.
