January 16, 2022

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Nobody’s Kids Conservative Diary

The car turned suddenly and a wall of barbed wire appeared in front of us. The high wall is damaged as you can see the holes after being shot. The entrance is guarded by armed men, and when you open the gate, you can see that the windows in the taller building are clogged.

“Is this a children’s center?” I wonder if I’ve seen something uglier in my life as the truck moves slowly, in a vast concrete expanse surrounded by garages and other buildings. When he was in control of ISIS, he used the site in Hasaka, Syria, as a prison. Today it is considered one of the main forces of the People’s Defense (YPG). And space for a children’s center.

The car goes deeper, rather than seeing some kind of warehouse and a small blackboard in the corner. When delivery finally stops, a colored mark will appear on it: Halat Center – for the care and rehabilitation of the children of militants and the arrest and killing of ISIS elements. This is correct.

I take care of them as if they were my children

When I was watching the kids, I realized that’s exactly the case. They just can’t for their parents. Participate

The gray gate opens and a little woman appears. Khadija introduces himself and bows gently. She works as a child psychiatrist at the center. She is a quiet and slender woman, a Sunni Muslim. and a widow. Four years ago, ISIS operatives kidnapped her and executed her husband.

Today, Khadija takes care of her children.

“At first my thoughts were about my husband and everything that happened went through my head,” he says, his gaze away. “But as I watched the kids and their kids, I realized they couldn’t go after their parents,” he says, opening a high gate to a plaza full of boys and girls. “Their childhood needs to be restored today.”

Lion Cubs, translated by Livia Caps. The image is from an ISIS propaganda video.

We don’t bring back memories

The square with concrete paving is full of toys, there are colorful paintings on the walls and a blue fountain in the middle. This environment is more diverse than the appearance of the prison from the outside, and finally reminiscent of the children’s home. However, at first glance, you can see the distance that remains for girls and boys. They play separately, just as they are accustomed to and direct – to be afraid of each other.

“We never ask them about the succession experience,” Principal Berwin explains as she greets us and walks the children together. “We only talk about it when the kids bring it up themselves,” says the young woman, turning around and stopping. “Beware, some can be violent…You are white. Western.”

“You are not warriors, you are children,” the educators repeat to them, balls in hand. Participate

I look at the children around me, the opinions that accompany us and the translator. For eyes, many are as tinted as mine. After all, they are also from the West. “There are 55 kids at the center today,” Berwin continues, smiling lightly as if reading to me, “Yes, there are French, Americans, Russians and others, in total of 15 nationalities…even from the West.” He points to a group playing by the wall with a Tweety picture, where there are three blonde girls. “But they are deeply indoctrinated.”

Small child sitting on a swing. He is about four years old and in diss eyes. As we approached him, he started screaming. It’s not a scream, it’s a roar, it’s like a fight for life, the little body tenses under pressure and the blue eyes are brimming with tears. “When the coalition forces bombed the cities of the Caliphate, their parents told them that it was white Westerners, Americans and Europeans who were attacking them,” said Berwin, while another teacher consoled the boy and shoves sesame bread in his hands.

The center has children from three to twelve years old and the biggest problems are the older ones. And, of course, they remember more of what they experienced and saw.

They set up training camps for children, where they learned to fight and think “correctly”. Participate

The boys in California were called by the cubs of Levi and gave them weapons. Initially, long knives and pistols, when they were larger, also hijacked Kalashnikovs. They set up training camps for children, where they learned to fight and think correctlyThey became dedicated to extremist Salafism and jihad. And so ISIS formed the next generation that hated the West.

“You are not warriors, you are children,” the breeders of today tell them, pressing balls and chalk in their hands. They learn math, English and music together and an eight-year-old boy suddenly asks where the country is in the Arab country. When they tell him that he no longer exists, that the state no longer exists, he cries and shouts at the breeder that he will create it himself.

It was ISIS that ultimately changed the nature of children’s participation in terrorism and thus ensured its survival.

“He has seen many children and experienced things that haunt them,” Khadija says, raising her face. When they reached the age of seven, they took them to Al-Naeem Square. They have seen everything. Everything that happened there gathers in their memory. “

I know what bliss is. We got back from there a few days ago.

Al-Naeem Roundabout in Raqqa, Syria.

state capital

The roundabout in the Syrian city of Raqqa is called An-Na’im, which translates to “Paradise”. It is surrounded by elegant high arches of sandstone and a fountain with benches in the middle. It is located in a city that was the capital of the Islamic State three years ago. It is a popular shopping area. Nearby is a large, colorful sign I love the delicacy, department stores and Nutella House chocolates.

Is this a shame? Is it misogyny? to the people of the West? What have they said about us in California for years? Participate

Bliss knows almost everyone here. His paintings are also known abroad – from videos that have traveled the world. During the period of the caliphate, ISIS summoned people here and placed lights and cameras between sandstone arches. It was the place where public executions were carried out at the fountain. Radicals often brought children to it, too. They must see what happens to those who reject the established rules.

Others were directly involved in the sentencing.

Khadija opens the door to the small class. A boy in a light yellow shirt and something to play in it was sitting, bowing his head and avoiding new company.
“Younes, would you feel better if I wore a hijab and covered my hair?” I sat on the seat next to him, trying to get his attention.
“Yes,” he answered, turning away a little and staring at the ground. I throw a scarf over my hair and watch him turn his face away. Is this a shame? Is it misogyny? to the people of the West? What have they said about us in California for years?

Yunus is 11 years old, from Turkmenistan. His blond hair and bluish green eyes sparkle on his tanned face. He is a smart and strong boy. Four years ago, an adult man was beheaded in the field.

“Yunus?” I lean over, trying to get his attention. “Can we be friends? I like it.” There is silence. Complete silence, the boy looks at the ground and waits for me to leave. It’s deep inside them, everything they’ve been through. Big boys don’t want to play with girls when someone walks into class and screams hard and can hit their blood.

“It’s all right. I won’t bother you.” Yunus smiled and went into the yard, where Khadija and I surrounded a group of children, watching with curious eyes a white visit from the West, from which many come, a visit that attracts them, but they fear, out of anger and confusion, everything.

How long will it take? When are we going to bring them home? What if their parents took them back?

We take pictures of Yunus. At the center, Khadija (in a light blue veil) and the children promised to protect their identity.

We want our children back

There are dozens of children whose mothers have been in prison since the defeat of ISIS, as they were taken out of the camps. Many of them demand the return of the caliphate and are violent, and their thinking continues to threaten the environment and their children. The Syrian authorities decided to enter into a more intimate union – and separate the children from their mothers.

Berwin paused: “Is that right?” “Which of these boys and girls would grow up if we left them under this influence?” This is a dilemma that many European countries face today in returning home. Bringing Radical Mothers Home or Just Babies? What about their extended families in the United States, Russia or Europe?

ISIS has informants everywhere, in the camps and in al-Hasakah – parts of the city it once controlled. Participate

“We had a case where the family wanted to take one of the children, but the center refused.” Berwin’s voice grew louder. “If the family wants to visit the baby at the center, they are of course welcome. But taking him home is a different matter entirely. We didn’t stop her,” she nodded, her thick, dark hair slipping into her eyes. “We knew it simply at the time. It must first be approved by governments.”

He knows what he’s talking about. Children need protection. Although ISIS no longer controls more territory in Syria or Iraq, its sleeper cells operate everywhere. He wants his children back.

It happened recently while a boy was being transferred from al-Hol camp, the largest detention center in northeastern Syria. While he was being taken to a children’s center, they shot at the convoy that was along the way. “ISIS has informants everywhere, in the camps and here in al-Hasakah – in parts of the city it once controlled.” That’s why we never take children from the center to the city, even if they are sick. The doctor will come here then.”

Look at the high fences and armed patrols. The location of the center at the base suddenly becomes a completely different meaning.

“Has the group ever threatened any of the employees before?”

“not yet.” Beruen looked at the large metal gate and the undulating barbed wire along the high wall. “Well, we are new, we only opened the center a few months ago… No one knows what will happen. Everything will come out.”

In the middle of the suit are five orphans. Other children have mothers or fathers in prison.

faith pictures

“The children wonder if the state exists. We tell them it is over and they should try to forget the violence that happened there.” “We are talking about going to a new company. To their own countries, among the children who are more accepting of them if they no longer use violence.”

Together they talk to each other and through him they learn empathy and compassion again. Which is also in the Qur’an. Participate

The night before bed, they tell each other fairy tales, children’s stories through which they learn sympathy and compassion again. “The one in the Qur’an,” says Khadija, while Younes ran to her and threw two small balls into the wicker basket. “Sure, it will take” he looked at the boy running to get more toys. “Okay, they calm down step by step. They are becoming children again.”

Suddenly, she discovers that Khadija is hitting her back, a round woman wearing a hijab, pushed by the children of the Islamic State into her chest. Boys and girls who saw death, bombings, public executions, and their faith in God today are intertwined with images the rest of us will never understand, driving people to starvation. We rely on a young child’s mind and replace the time erasing those pictures with climbing frames and paint on the wall. It will give them back their childhood.

Khadija’s little son is around us too, playing with a friend from France, the wooden cubes stacked on top of each other, until a tall tower is built, which crashes on the ground with a roar for a moment. Do they know these deprived him of his father? Will mom tell him? of course no. I see Khadija in the crowd of children and she is a mother today. Unclear layman. At least outside.

The report was co-financed by the European Union and the “World in Briefs” media initiative. The opinions expressed in the report do not necessarily reflect those of the donors.

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