You're on a hike through the Iraq mountainside, the sun beaming down on you, it's heat pounding like a drum upon your scalp. As you quickly gulp down some water from your canteen and continue the trek you watch in awe of the beauty of the mountain. A twig snaps and you quickly turn only to see a deer staring at you. You wave and continue to the mountain top you notice an woman in a beautiful dress and a horned headdress.

"Hello boy what brings you to the mountains? I haven't had a human visitor in a long while but then again I've lived a long life. The children I used to know the followers I had are either forgotten or long dead it's odd isn't it how the follies and tales of man can entice you hook you in but just as you've gotten used to it, it withers just as fast, but what do I know I'm just a woman rambling to you"