|Thursday, March 7|
from the last besieged enclave of the eastern province of Syria , Rawd al-Farouq, recounted his last days in the town of Al-Bagouz before they were evacuated by the Syrian Democratic Forces. The bodies were filled with herbs and drink from the Euphrates River amid coalition raids. Full.
Five kilometers north of the town of Baguoz, a group of men were sitting on the ground in compact rows, and minutes later a new batch of large trucks arrived at the same point.
The men were asked to walk to the others for inspection. They were waiting for a signal from an American soldier standing at close range, amid heavy deployment of US Special Forces, armored vehicles and fighters from the Syrian Democratic Forces, who had cordoned off the area.
Some of the men were Asian and others from Russia and Western and Arab countries. Their skin was brown. They were dressed in brown or black robes over their clothes and wore hats or kaffiyot over their heads.
From thousands of kilometers to Syria, the hottest region in the Middle East since 2011, they have long dreamed of living in a similar vein of da'ish, ending up at this point waiting to determine their fate after their surrender.
After completing the inspection, initial identification, fingerprinting and collecting personal information, the women are transferred with their children to the Hawl camp in the north. The men and young men suspected of belonging to the Da'ash organization put in private cars that were soon to be transferred to special interrogation centers and placed in prisons.
At this point most expatriates from the organization's families, of various nationalities, are black-clad women from the Maghreb, Iraq and Arab countries, and others from the former Soviet Union, Russia, Chechnya and Indonesia, as well as families from France, Belgium and Western countries.
Family of Iraq
"I am Shaima, 55 years old, an Iraqi from the city of Mosul My husband was killed during the fighting in my hometown in mid-2015.
Following that Nzhna to the border city based with Syria, following the intensification of the fighting there, we decided to come to Syria, our intention village of Abu bath Brive monastery north Zour, then hybrid weevil and Hafh and the last place we were trapped inside Albaguz, we retreat with the withdrawal of its fighters. "
She added "I have three daughters, the eldest of whom was killed three days before we left. We could not bury them because of the battles. The other girls are still sitting next to me. I was born in 2002 and the second one is a year younger. I also had two sons, the eldest of them, who were killed by an air strike in a hybrid battle. I have a 10-year-old son and a 5-year-old.
"I am not a girl; I am a Haifa girl married to a fighter who is still in contact with the Babouz." We decided to fight until the end, but we came out with an order from Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi al-Qureshi, so women and children are vulnerable so we decided to let them go. When the journalists and cameras came, they gave us everything from food, medicine and bread, but nobody cares about us, when we eat, we have to lift the burqa and the donkey, but with so many strangers, no one respects our privacy. Interviewing is unacceptable. "
"I was also married to a Moroccan fighter and died in a hybrid battle a few months ago. When I got married, I was 14 years old and today I am 16 years old. I have a nine-month-old girl. I do not know what to tell her when she grows up. , Who was her father, how he was killed, where she was born, and prepared the places we displaced by the raging battles.
A widow from Tajikistan
"My name is Asma, who is from Tajikistan, I am a Muslim and I am 27. I am a widow and I have four children, all of whom were born in Syria My husband was a Tajik and he worked in Egypt and he has a small trading company. I joined her and traveled with my mother and younger siblings to the city of Idlib, west of Syria, on the same year, was killed by an air raid, and my mother is still living there.
I am here because of my husband who decided to travel to Syria at the beginning of 2013. Initially he was a fighter with the organization Nasra - the editor of the Sham now - and after the intensification of fighting between them and the organization is calling, decided to join the last and intended the city of tenderness with the declaration of control of areas in January 2014, The declaration of the Battle of Rigga at the end of 2016, we went to the city of the squares and then Albuqmal and after the intensification of fighting there we intended the town of Baguoz. For months we have not been stable and safe. I carry a small bag with me in which I put some clothes for my children, but I a month ago I wear these black clothes.
I sit at this desert point waiting for my turn to be allowed to move to the Hol camp. The elements of the organization talked very much that the attacking forces from the infidels and the Kharijites, when we arrived here, they were treated well. We were also greeted by US soldiers with a charity organization that provides us with food, bread, diapers and treats the wounded.
I stayed more than 3 days without food. After we arrived here, I ate some bread and canned food. They gave me a can of milk, fed my little child, ate my children and drank healthy water, but tiredness and cold gnawed our thin bodies from the months of siege there.
I inspect my young children every second and my little child cries constantly. The oldest born in 2014 was born in Raqqa, the second Fuld in the fields, and the third in Albuqmal, and the youngest was born two months ago Balbouz. All I hope at this moment is to meet with my mother and live with her somewhere.
From 'Azzaz in rural Aleppo
I am Fatima Omri 22 years old, from the town of A'zaz in rural northern Aleppo. The wife of the leader of the organization. My husband comes from an Arab country and is 20 years my senior. My family agreed to my marriage for being a senior official. In the Battle of the Baguoz, he was seriously wounded. When the last truce was announced, he decided to go out and was held by the Americans. I do not know what his fate will be.
She had two children: the first one died of illness and the siege imposed on the town because of a lack of a surgeon and medicine; the second was 7 months old but she had been crying since yesterday because of cold and hunger. In the battles of Aleppo I lost all my documents, my identity card and my passport. I have no proof of my identity. My husband took all his papers and accompanied them.
We tried to escape repeatedly. The first time we were asked for a $ 5,000 getaway we took half the money and fled. The second time we paid $ 2,000 for our arrival at the Iraqi border. When we arrived at the Baguoz camp after a 6-hour walk, we said it was the border of a second camp there, but we soon discovered that the smuggler had deceived us and fled.
So we stayed another batch. We waited there 12 hours until we left the town and since yesterday we were here in this arid desert with dust blowing and dry wind. We lived in shelters and digging. Each family dug a large hole to hide during the shelling. The most safe area was the camp located south of the town on the banks of the Euphrates.
My husband refuses to go back to his country, we may stay in Syria if we are allowed to do so, or we travel to Turkey, the important we finish these procedures and move to the camp, after my husband's release we will decide where to live.
From Tunisia to the Baguoz
I am Saadia from Tunisia. I am 26 years old. I was studying Arabic in my country, and after my family decided to travel to Syria in the summer of 2015 I came with them. My mother and my younger sister sit here. My aunt, three daughters and her 8-year-old son also sit here. My husband was killed in the battle of Deir al-Zour. My husband's husband was wounded in the battle of the Baguoz. He surrendered himself yesterday. We do not know his fate. My aunt had her eldest son fighting in the ranks of the organization.
As for life in Baguoz, we spent most of the time eating grass and drinking the Euphrates. Lost food and commodities. There were no medicines or doctors, life was very difficult. Three days ago and during the heavy shelling, the sky turned into a mass of fire, I felt that the ground was completely burned, I was saying that no one would deliver the night. On the second day the flames remained and the smoke pulled covered the place. The smells of decomposing bodies were everywhere. We did not believe that we were saved from death.
A family from Indonesia
My name is Nour Khairat and my age is 22 years. I sit here with my mother and my little sisters. My father gave himself up. He was initially a fighter but he taught Arabic at the organization's institutes. In the summer of 2015, we traveled thousands of kilometers on a flight from the capital, Jakarta, to Istanbul, where we completed the journey by road on a modern bus to the Turkish city of Kels. We crossed through the border town of Al-Ra'i on the Syrian side, which was then under the control of the organization, and we went to the city of Manbaj in the countryside of eastern Aleppo, and then we went to the city of Raqqa, our destination, hoping to live in the shadow of "da'ash."
I got to know the fighters' pages through the Internet and social networking sites. I read a lot about them and their areas of control, which we thought would be the best place to live, where I can wear legitimate dress without restrictions, and I can freely express my appearance as a Muslim girl. Unfortunately, the reality was the opposite of the hypothetical words. We discovered the lies of their claims and the falsity of their promises. We experienced their injustice and saw how they punished people. They told us that free medicine and treatment in the hospital at the expense of the organization. Even medicines are given to the patient free of charge. Many of the members of the organization asked me to marry, but I and my family refused, because they were not fit for marriage. They married for a month or two, either killed in battle or divorced their wives and remarried.
We moved between Syria and Iraq, and whenever a city or town was attacked, we meant another place. The battles have not subsided for more than two years. We knew that the organization would lose in the end. We are waiting for the end of the proceedings here and we have been transferred to the Hull camp and we are waiting to determine our fate. We will return to my country.