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In a cosmic game of "Spot the Sniper", she's a pro. Once, she dreamed of cradling a baby; now she cradles a rifle. Amidst the desert’s unforgiving sands, this Kurdish warrior strikes, taking what mothers elsewhere gave birth to. A cruel irony, isn't it? Her once nurturing womb now echoes with the vengeful cries of unseen mothers, and perhaps the lamentations of her own lost dreams. Those very hands that might have soothed a child now bear the weight of retribution. They pushed her into this never-ending cycle, and while she's drenched in the hues of blood, those hands remain eerily clean.

Description
In a cosmic game of "Spot the Sniper", she's a pro. Once, she dreamed of cradling a baby; now she cradles a rifle. Amidst the desert’s unforgiving sands, this Kurdish warrior strikes, taking what mothers elsewhere gave birth to. A cruel irony, isn't it? Her once nurturing womb now echoes with the vengeful cries of unseen mothers, and perhaps the lamentations of her own lost dreams. Those very hands that might have soothed a child now bear the weight of retribution. They pushed her into this never-ending cycle, and while she's drenched in the hues of blood, those hands remain eerily clean.