Photos of Europe’s first female suicide bomber have been released by Mailonline.Pictured relaxing in a bubble bath and posing with friends , this is the woman who blew herself up to become Europe’s first female suicide bomber during the siege of Saint-Denis. Hasna Ait Boulahcen said to be a party-loving boozer, who had no interest in religion or the Koran according to her brother.
Ait Boulahcen’s head and spine flew through a window in yesterday’s anti-terror police gun battle with her cousin Abdelhamid Abaaoud at a rundown apartment in Saint Denis.
Witnesses described her screaming ‘help me, help me’ and ‘I’m not his girlfriend’ seconds before detonating the device.
It has now emerged that Ait Boulahcen was an ‘extrovert’ who drank alcohol and was nicknamed ‘the cowgirl’ because she often wore hats.French prosecutors confirmed today that Abaaoud, who was from Belgium, also died in the resultant gun battle.
He had been shot in the head and blown to pieces by grenades. Forensic experts had to identify him through saliva samples and pieces of skin.
Ait appears to have only become radicalised in the last month after abandoning her former lifestyle to join ISIS.In a statement, her brother Youssouf, said that he had never even see her open the Koran.
‘She was living in her own world. She was not interested in studying her religion’, he said. ‘She was permanently on her phone, looking at Facebook or WhatsApp.
‘I told her to stop all of this but she would not listen, she ignored my numerous attempts to give her advice telling me I was not her dad, or her husband, and so I should leave her alone.’She spent her time criticising everything,’ he said. ‘She refused to accept any advice, she didn’t want to sort herself out.
‘On the rare occasions that I spoke to her it was to tell her to behave better, to have a better attitude, to be more easy-going about her strict dress code.’On Sunday at 7pm she called me because I had called her – and she sounded like she had given up on life.She called me and I put the phone down on her after telling her not to call me any more after the inconvenience she had caused me, getting me to come over for nothing.
‘Finally on Wednesday morning I turned on the TV and I learned that she had killed herself, sacrificing the life that the Lord had given.
‘She had been the victim of violence since she was very young – mistreated and rejected – she never received the love she needed.
‘From the age of five she was taken into care, so she grew up with a foster family.
‘She was happy and she flourished at that point in her adolescence. Then as she grew up she went off the rails. She became reckless, running away and choosing bad company.
‘I was never very close to her because we lived apart but during the opportunities I had to talk to her she was full of enthusiasm, although her instability always dragged her down, she was not grounded in her. She went from one life project to another, without question.