Irak : les rescapés de Daesh

Irak : les rescapés de Daesh

We are in the southeast of Turkey, on the Syrian border. This morning, Several thousand Syrians are waiting desperately behind these gates. They are fleeing the Islamic State. They have just learned that Turkey must exceptionally open a sanitary cordon. Faced with the crowds, The Turkish army is overwhelmed. She is nevertheless trying to channel the migrants. It also keeps the Syrians at a distance, who have already fled. And who hopes to see a loved one in the crowd. My son is right here, he waves to me from afar, He tells me he’s thirsty. But I can’t do anything for him, There is no one to help him. This improvised border post is only a few meters from territory in the hands of jihadists. As a sign of provocation, Islamists parade on motorcycles abandoned by the fugitives. This Syrian refugee… Knows this ride well. The jihadists are hiding behind these cars left by families. Over there, they filter. They prevent young boys from running away. They want to make soldiers out of them. As a result, among those waiting to cross the border, There are mostly children and women. All of them are still wearing the black outfit. Women wear the full veil. It is Daesh that imposes it on them. But as soon as they cross the border, They will quickly get rid of this outfit imposed by Daesh. On the other side of the barbed wire, in Türkiye, The contrast is striking. Here, the clothes are again shimmering in color. Survivors are not allowed to join their loved ones immediately. Turkish authorities first take them to a medical center for tests. A little later, We find one of these families. The husband, his wife and their three children lived in a village held by Daesh, 30 km from the border. Their daily lives were governed by the jihadists’ Sharia law. For the first time in two years, in front of our camera, Anan will finally reveal his face. My wife had to wear the full veil. If she didn’t wear it properly, Me, her husband, I had to give him 40 lashes. And if I didn’t hit her with all my might, I was the one being whipped to make me hit her as hard as possible. And her 6-year-old daughter was subjected to the same dress code. My daughter wasn’t even allowed to go out into the street in a t-shirt or shorts. Sleeves rolled up like this, it was forbidden. Otherwise, it was me, his father, who was punished. Once, They even wanted to take it away from me because she came out with bare arms. It was forbidden. But she’s just a kid. In his flight, The family was only able to take a few personal belongings in a simple plastic bag. I don’t have enough money to buy milk. Everyone is against us. On one side, Daesh, of the other Bashar. My daughter didn’t deserve this, my baby neither. As of today, Anan and his family become refugees, Like the 5 million Iraqis and Syrians who have already fled the Bashar al-Assad regime and the Islamic State. A state that occupies a vast region, such as Great Britain, between Syria and Iraq. A territory of fire and blood, where 60,000 people have already died. Men who resist the jihadists are executed. It’s right there. Their widows and daughters were kidnapped and raped. It hurts us terribly what they are going through. Irlas, 16 years old, miraculously managed to cook his captors. Her tormentor abused her for 9 months. I was raped. These women’s stories touch me. The boys who are captured are indoctrinated and forcibly conscripted. Daesh’s cubs are learning to kill to form the army of tomorrow and even to become suicide bombers. Rageb was abducted at the age of 13 and forced to take up arms. Our instructor always had a stick in his hands. He beat anyone who couldn’t do it. Some of them are even younger. They are not 5 years old. These women and children are most often Yazidis, A minority population in Iraq, which is not Muslim and which Daesh has called for its extermination. Seven of my daughters are still prisoners. Today, A handful of Yazidi women took up arms to confront Daesh. Don’t fight in these mountains, We’re going to suffer the worst. In Kurdistan, A man is tasked with exfiltrating the Yazidi women and children who are being held hostage. Discreetly, he negotiates their release for ransom. I never talk about money. Here is the incredible story. Survivors of the Daesh empire. Heading towards the north of Iraqi Kurdistan, 52 km from Mosul, the capital of the Islamic State in Iraq. It’s 9 p.m., A woman desperately waits for a car in the night. It’s been nine months since Jeanne has had any news of her daughter, slave of a jihadist. I can’t wait to see her. But I can’t help but think of those left behind, my son, my two brothers, my cousins. I am thinking of all those who are still in the hands of Daesh. I wish so much that everyone would come back safe and sound. Safi Nesrine has just been released. The car carrying her finally arrives. Nisrine finds some of his loved ones, mainly women. The joy of his liberation is short-lived. She learns that most of the men in the family have disappeared. They were probably executed. When the jihadists arrived in their village, they separated families, the men on one side, the women and children of the other. When they kidnapped my daughter, they dragged her to the ground, on the back. They snatched it from my hands. The Daesh men beat her to force her into the car. She didn’t have time to realize it. That was the last time I saw her. Nisrine asks to see photos of her father and brother. We would have preferred to die rather than go through all this. We would have preferred to die with them. She is my poor son’s wife. He had just gotten married. He never knew she was pregnant. They were taken away at the same time. Only one man of the clan, his uncle, managed to escape the jihadists. My brother and cousin are missing. We have no news of about thirty people. This shepherd was tending his sheep when Daesh arrived. Still in shock, Nesrin does not wish to testify at this time about the hell of his detention. The young woman’s life changed dramatically on August 4, 2014. That day, Jihadists seize Yazidi community lands, the Sinjar. 600 civilians are executed. Tens of thousands of people are fleeing. Yazidi MP calls for help. My people are being slaughtered! Iraqi army helicopters are trying to rescue the population. But for 5600 people, It’s too late. The Islamic State will make it… Slaves. This morning, When we meet Nisrine’s relatives, we discover the isolated young woman. She remains walled in her silence. Around her, more than thirty people, women, children, his family. Together, They had to find a plot of land and salvage some tents to recreate a family environment. They survive as best they can, without the help of NGOs. Only a few locals offer them food. She is cold. These women also had to take on jobs that were previously reserved for men. I work in a field. I pick potatoes to support my child. My daughter still needs diapers and milk. She’s not even two years old. In front of every aunt, It’s the same story. Me, seven of my sons, Their wife and my grandchildren are still in the hands of Daesh. Only my stepdaughter and I managed to escape. Those who have managed to escape the hell of Daesh often find themselves without identification. To get one, Nisrin is due to go to the Yazidi court 35 km away. She’s going to have to tell her whole story. His family had to chip in, pay 30 euros to other, slightly more affluent refugees to rent a car. About twenty of his relatives accompany him. We all need paper, card, identity. We have nothing left. In addition to issuing official papers, This body is responsible for collecting evidence on crimes committed by the Islamic State against the Yazidis, with the aim of filing a complaint with the International Criminal Court. Nisrine will have to convince people that she was indeed kidnapped and raped. In the waiting room, the atmosphere is heavy. On the wall, photos of the Yazidi massacre. Nisrine reacts for the first time. It’s sad. These are my people in the hands of Daesh. Execution, Exodus, suffering of the survivors, unbearable images. By his side, his cousin, she too was kidnapped by jihadists. It reminds me of the worst times, It brings out the wounds. It’s Nisrine’s turn, She will have to testify in front of this police officer. Which region are you from? Sourani. Sourani. Yes. And what is your name? Nisrine. I will explain to you. For each case, we prepare a file like this, that we will send to the judge, who will decide whether to continue the procedure. All I ask of you, It is to tell the truth. The confidentiality of your statements will be respected. But when faced with a man, It was impossible for the young woman to recount the horrors she had suffered. She withdraws into herself. To put her at ease, The officer then asks for help from a colleague. This young woman would like to begin her procedure. She was released from the hands of Daesh. It’s about this girl. She managed to escape. We have five people who handle investigations, three women and two men, Because most women don’t dare to express themselves in front of men. Nisrin will eventually open up in private. His story will allow the investigator to build a file like this one. Here is the case of a young girl. We tried to define the exact location of the crimes committed. For that, we use satellite images, because the territory is still controlled by the Islamic State. The investigator hopes that one day, All these documents will be used to condemn the jihadists. As a human being, Their stories touch me deeply. But since I am an officer, I try to do my job without considering my feelings. As she waits for Nisrine’s hearing to end, outside the court, his cousin has an unexpected encounter. This teenager, in a white blouse, barely 16 years old, shared the same cell as her, Before they were both sold separately to Daesh fighters. They were in prison together. And it’s the first time since their release that they’ve seen each other again. I saw Saada again. Do you remember her? No, who is Saada This is the girl who was with us in Kasaba. Oh yes, what happened to her They took us both to a village and locked us up. After 2.5 hours of hearing, Nisrine finally comes out, exhausted. She joins her mother, who lets her emotion and anger burst forth. We have been destroyed. Women have been destroyed. We are paralyzed. They say that foreign countries help us. But here, we don’t see anything coming. The Yazidi population is enslaved by Daesh. Nobody thinks about us. Gold, We, the Yazidis, We are not responsible for this tragedy and we continue to be tortured. Back at camp, Nisrine seems more serene, no doubt relieved to have confided in me. She is just finding her bearings, 48 hours after his release. I don’t feel very well yet. Even if you are free? Yes. Here, I’m better off than with Daesh. But without my father and brothers, I am nothing. More confident, She agrees to reveal her ordeal to us. He forced me to read the Quran, but I don’t know how to read Arabic. So he hit me on the head. I had no choice. When I refused to pray, he hit me too. And it was the same when I refused his advances. He was raping me. A day, He even punched me in the side. It was so violent that for a month, I couldn’t move anymore. How can we bear all this? I had to. I had no choice. And today, I would still be willing to go through that in exchange for news of my father and brother. Nisrine was forcibly converted to Islam, but in a few days, She will experience an exceptional moment to rediscover her Yazidi religion. If the young woman is free today, It is thanks to a man we are now going to meet. Heading to Dohuk, 30 km away. This is the building where Hussein Al-Qaedi works. Thanks to private donations, and financing the government of Iraqi Kurdistan, he organizes hostage exfiltrations. Look, Here are the files. Each binder concerns kidnapped people from the same village or town. For example, this one is Gershak, that one, Douk. This organization has already helped free 2,500 Yazidi slaves. Look, Each person is listed and classified by geographic area. These documents are confidential. Only our office has the right to consult them. Hundreds of pages list the identities of 2,100 Yazidi hostages, still prisoners of Daesh. To free just one of these people, there is a price to pay. According to our information, between 2,500 and 20,000 euros. A sensitive question. Me, I never talked to you about money. But we have the authorization to release them by any means. The man does not want to tell us more. According to our calculations, 25 million euros are said to have ended up in the coffers of the Islamic State, only through this office. Each day, About ten families are marching here to ask for help. During our filming, Daesh still held 300 Yazidi men and 767 women. As for the children, There were 947 of them in the hands of the Islamic State. Jihadists radicalize all children and often forcibly prepare them for war. The Islamic State is proud of these formations. He floods social media around the world with these kinds of images. The terrorist organization… Wishes to make his children his two-handed army. She programs them in her image. Weapon handling, ambush technique, until the execution of the enemy. These children are also trained to take hits, even the most violent. The jihadists have nicknamed these toddlers the “lion cubs of Daesh”. It is your generation that will conquer Rome, If God wills. And it is you who will spread the word of Allah in the world. In these images, The child, crouching to the left of his instructor, is 13 years old. He is a Yazidi who was kidnapped barely 9 months ago. This young fighter has just been released for ransom. Four days later, his release, we found him. There, it’s me, Haraka. Move over. Let me see the pictures. He lives with his mother and uncle. Our reporter brought the video. The family had never seen her. These are the children of the village. Him, He’s my cousin. There, he is a friend. And him too. Rageb was forced to convert to Islam and every day, He had to undergo intensive training, far from the carefree games of a child of his age. We had to learn the Quran and the precepts of Islam. This was our morning program. From noon until 5 a.m., We had military training. We were told that at the end of our training, we would be ready to go to war. Our instructor always had a stick in his hands. He beat anyone who couldn’t do it. We were laid on our backs and walked on our stomachs, and we hardly dared to say that we were in pain. And those who weren’t strong enough got beaten. While Rageb was in military training, His mother and little brother were being held in a house. They were the servants of the Emir of Aleppo, Abu Aziz. The little one, him, was not training. He was with the Emir from morning to night. He spent all day in his office. Liliane, Rageb’s little brother, is only 11 years old. I did everything he asked me to. I had to guard the door to his office. I was only allowed to let Daesh men in. The Emir also asked me to make photocopies. He also made tea, housework. He was his slave. We had no choice. We didn’t want to die. From this captivity, Little Liliane remembers an incredible episode. My nephew stole the emir’s memory card. It contains his personal photos. A day, in the presence of Liliane, The emir inadvertently dropped the memory card from his camera. The young hostage then had the presence of mind to discreetly recover it. Look, There, it’s Abu Abdallah. There, that’s me. And there is Abu Toujar. Liliane scrolls through the emir’s personal photos. Here is his close guard. On these exceptional documents, We also discover the private life of one of the most important leaders of the Islamic State. Like the entrance to these official premises. And more surprisingly, we also see a secret access which, According to Liliane, leads to a tunnel dug underground. At the end, there would be a shelter to protect against bombing. We also discover the emir’s cinema room. Here, children have the right to private screenings, but on display, only Daesh propaganda films. The rest of the time, The screen is padlocked and covered with the flag of jihad. After nine months in the Islamic State corps, Rageb, The former little soldier and his brother, are now trying to get back to normal life, under the gaze of their uncle. He was the one who did everything to free them. I never thought I would see them again one day. Play ball with them. I’m really happy to have them by my side. Releases of child soldiers are rare. There would have been only five. Because for the jihadists, Children ensure the survival of the Islamic State. To seduce them? They organize tours with advertising caravans and sound systems. And the one who takes the microphone is just out of childhood. For the terrorist organization, regardless of the age of the recruits. He is barely 3 years old. Toddlers who already know Daesh’s slogans off by heart. The Islamic State will not disappear. We found one of these jihadist babies. Tell me who it is. It’s me. Is that you? His name is Osama, he is 5 years old. The day the jihadists arrived, They took him away from his father, who was shot twice in the body. The man survived, he was able to escape. Even before knowing how to read, The jihadists taught the boys how to shoot a gun, a Kalashnikov. Osama remained in the hands of his captors for four months. A test for his father. I’m very happy to see him again, but when I received this kind of image from Syria, I was really having a hard time with it. Imagine your child in this picture. Imagine yourself in my place. The man was able to recover his child thanks to his contacts among the jihadists. They now live safely in Dohuk, in Iraqi Kurdistan. To date, 54 child soldiers aged 9 to 14 have already died in combat, 6 in kamikaze. In downtown Dehook, we find Rageb, Liliane and their uncle. This is the first time they have left the refugee camp since their release five days ago. Their uncle wants to please them. Do you like it? Yes, It would go very well with my pants. It suits him very well. The uncle has few resources. He lives off odd jobs, but he is keen to assume his new role as head of the family. As they have just been freed from the hands of Daesh, They had nothing left to wear. I am their only family. They have no one left. Hold, take this, It’s a size 36. The father of these two children is missing. He is a Yazidi who fought alongside the Kurdish Peshmerga. He was captured during a jihadist assault. He wore this, this and that too. He was most likely executed. It reminds me of peaches’ clothes, Merga, my father’s. This is the outfit I want to wear now. Touched by their story, The merchant offers them a T-shirt. Here, It’s for children. It’s a gift. Are you sure? Yes. That’s really nice. Thank you so much. Raghab and Liliane have found their smiles again, far from the atrocities of the jihadists. In daily life, at Daesh, moments of joy do not exist. Any deviation from the Islamist regulations is severely punished. Premarital sex or adultery are punished in public. Lashes for men. And for women? The verdict is sometimes the ultimate punishment. At Daesh, women are considered cattle. They are exchanged and resold between fighters. In this amateur video, men talk about these purchases. This This fate is first reserved for Yazidi women. For these men of the Islamic State, they are a spoil of war which is abused, acts that they legitimize by relying on the Koran. They even defined an official price list, as this document stamped Daesh attests. A Yazidi woman, aged 30 to 40, is worth 60 euros, almost three times more, or 160 euros for a girl barely 10 years old. The Islamic State also published a question-and-answer guide to rape, and the instructions are precise. Example, Can you have sex with a slave before she reaches puberty? Yes, respond the jihadists. Abadré in Iraq, in this camp, among thousands of refugees, We met a young woman, passed from executioner to executioner, probably exchanged for money each time. This is this 16-year-old girl. She arrived here a month ago. From his previous life, Irkla has very few memories. How are you To tell us about it, She takes us to her uncle’s house. She, She’s my cousin. And him, He’s my uncle. Do you want to come in? Follow me. Before the arrival of the Islamic State in Yazidi territory, Irlas’s family lived their traditions freely. In these images, Irlas has bleached hair and is wearing a sexy little dress. It was at a party with his loved ones, a few weeks before she was kidnapped by Daesh men. We had fun before Daesh. At the time, We were all very happy. But today, we are in mourning. Because many are dead. Or at the hands of Daesh. I am both unhappy and happy to see these images again. All the girls in this video are now slaves of the jihadists. There, She is Irlas’s sister. She is still in the hands of Daesh. During the attack, terrorists, The young men of the village were shot and thrown into a mass grave. Only six of them survived. They pretended to be dead under the corpses. The bullets didn’t hit them. When the Daesh men moved away, They were able to escape. From the Irlas family, There are not many people left today. Out of 40 people in our family, there are only about ten left. In my village, They killed 22 people and 70 were kidnapped. Some are now in Syria, others in Iraq. We have nothing left, more life. Irla recently left the refugee camp. She now lives 3 km away in this village where a wealthy developer from their community lent her a house, which she has to share with three other families. The young woman lives in this small room with another uncle, his mother and his cousin. It is thanks to them that she manages to hold on after everything she has been through. First of all, He forced me to do the Muslim prayer. Secondly, you know what it is. He was raping me. And he also told me to forget my family. I was like a puppet. And if I resisted, He told me he would sell me to someone worse than him. I wish other girls could escape from Daesh. Irlas does not wish to say more. The most sordid details of his detention, she reserves them for her diary. Can you read us a passage? No, I prefer not to. It’s for later. I would like that one day, the whole world, may know what the men of Daesh have done to us. And let us never forget it. Irhlas was released only a month ago. She is still in shock and struggling to rebuild her life. My story hurts so much that I write to keep from going crazy, to avoid thinking about suicide. I have to fight not to do it. Since his release, Irhlas regularly loses consciousness. This afternoon, She has an appointment at Douk Hospital. Her brother is there to support her. He is very worried. His doctor wants to do an MRI. During his detention, The young woman sometimes tried to resist the attacks of her tormentor. The jihadist then did not hesitate to punish her with blows to the head with a rifle butt. His brother imagines the worst. Until I get the results, I will not be reassured. Imagine if he had a hematoma. The people of Daesh are animals. How can you do this to a young girl if you are not a savage? Irlas’s brother doesn’t take his eyes off the screen, looking forward to the scan results. I am a simple technician. The radiologist will give you the results. And the doctor’s verdict is not long in coming. You just have a small bruise, Nothing too serious. It seems to be okay. Yes, How’s it going. I really thought she had a big problem, but fortunately, It’s nothing important. Irla reassured herself. In a few weeks, she will fly abroad. An NGO will take charge of her and offer her psychological support. We decided to go to the original village of Irlas, on Yazidi lands, in contact with Daesh, Where the massacre of his community took place, Sinjar province, 300 km from Dehuk. A year ago, after the exodus of 200,000 Yazidis, Vianne Daril, the only Yazidi female member of the Iraqi Parliament, challenged the president of the time, Nouri El Maliki. She asked for help to keep her family there. Mr. President, My people are being slaughtered. Like the Iraqis. Our women are being massacred. They are sold in the markets. Mr. President, 500 Yazidis were slaughtered. Today, in Iraq, Half of the Yazidi territory is in the hands of jihadists. A handful of courageous Yazidi women took up arms to stop their advance. After several months of negotiations, We were given permission to meet with these women. For this trip, We will be escorted by Kurdish soldiers. The region is martyred. The blood of martyrs still flows on this earth. There were so many that the cemetery was full. NOW, There is no more room for our dead in Kurdistan. On the road, dozens of burnt-out cars and personal belongings. Abandoned by the Yazidis in their flight. We also discover several completely deserted villages. As we approach the front line, we must continue on foot. On the way, We come across a Kurdish combat post. Below, This is Sinjar, the capital of the Yazidis. The Islamic State controls half of the buildings. The Peshmerga have managed to reclaim part of Daesh’s territory. To repel the jihadists, The city, abandoned by civilians, is bombed daily by coalition aircraft. Taking advantage of a lull, We decide to join the Yazidi fighters through this corridor dug by the Kurdish soldiers. We try to maintain contact with the soldiers at the front. It is also thanks to this path that we manage to recover our wounded. The city is in ruins. 300,000 Yazidis lived here before the war. The families who lived here are scattered today. Daesh men occupied the place for several months. They wrecked everything. Look, This is what remains of the passage of these savages. We are moving forward cautiously. Daesh men are less than 100 meters away. This part is under our control. And all along this line, It’s the border that separates us. To escape sniper fire, we take shelter. It’s here, directly in contact with terrorists, that we meet a first group of Yazidi fighters. The jihadists are there, in the red house. These women, that Daesh is used to martyring, are here on the front line, facing them. Amidst the ruins, They hold this advanced observation post. They stand guard there 24/7 and respond, in case of attack. This is where I spend my time. How many Daesh are there? here ? They are barely twenty meters away. And sometimes, They sneak up to the house opposite. You can see it from here. This is the destroyed house. Aren’t you afraid? But no, we are not afraid. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here. You want me to be frank If I were like a European woman, sitting quietly on my sofa, I couldn’t get what I want. Here, in these mountains, I have to fight to stay free. Thanks to Tokiwoki, Female fighters regularly listen to their enemies’ conversations. 3-7-14, 3-7-14, Abu Hamza, You are here ? You are here ? Yes, Mr. Kor. But it doesn’t pick up well. What do you want, I tell you? It’s unbearable. I hate it when I hear them talk. These Yazidi women have displayed portraits of their loved ones on the wall, died in operation. These are our martyrs from Syrian Kurdistan. They sacrificed themselves for us in Syria. All these women died fighting against Daesh. These fighters have chosen to put their private lives aside, to stop the jihadists. The life, children, money, love, marriage, We are not interested in any of this. In these mountains, anything can happen, but me, I’m ready to die. These Yazidi women do not receive wages. Look at the cooks! Yes, It’s the boys who are cooking today. At 19 years old, Beyane is the youngest of the group. She didn’t come to the front by chance. She was born in this city and her family is still held captive by the Islamic State. I too could have been in the hands of Daesh. This is why I fight in Sinjar. The fights are very difficult and even painful. But I have no choice. It is my duty to defend my land. Between two missions, in a room next door, Beyane and his friends have set up a small living room. This is where they try to rest. But the respite is never very long. They shoot blindly. They hope to get us. Is it dangerous? No, we are not afraid. Beyhan is determined to fight until his city is liberated. Fighting just broke out a few streets away. We follow the soldiers. They shoot with heavy weapons. A perchmerga unit prepares to retaliate. It’s them who are shooting Yes, It’s starting again. Their leader checks the status of the ammunition stock before the attack. Aim for the middle. And watch your head. Go up a little more. Again, Again. Well done, well done. But go down quickly. There are snipers. To post there, Daesh uses snipers stationed in its buildings, And they can be remarkably accurate. This fighter had a lucky escape. It was his gun that stopped the bullet. It’s here, fucking terrorist! But the barrel of your gun was too visible! No, I was well posted! How do you expect me to shoot if I don’t take it out? Only two centimeters separated him from death. They almost got you. Yeah, It’s sure. That fucking sniper had great aim. Glad to still be alive, He challenges the jihadists. On the other side, at Daesh, It’s time for prayer. The fighter parodies the call of the Muezzin. In one year, These battles in Sinjar left 645 victims. 600 of them, the vast majority, are civilians. We find Nisrine. Remember the 24-year-old Yazidi girl, released two days earlier. It’s a big day for her. When she was captured nine months ago, his jailers, who abused her, forced her to convert to Islam. But this morning, She will find her religion again and purify her soul. Her family drives her 40 km from the camp, on the sacred land of the Yazidis, for a special ceremony, reserved for former Daesh slaves. A ritual that has never been filmed by foreign television. Upon entering the place of worship, all Yazidis must move around barefoot, to be in communion with nature. The ritual begins with three short back and forths, almost at a run, on this bridge, and by kisses at the entrance pillar. Supported by his mother, Nisrine must then meet Babachir, the guide, the pope of the Yazidis. Nisrin asks Babashir’s blessing. Inside the temple, Dozens of women are in the same situation as her. A drama for Eido, the son of the religious leader. These women are our sisters and our daughters. They were mistreated, kidnapped and raped. Upon their release, They must regain the place they had within the family and the community. Our guide, Babacher, declared that he will not forgive all those who hurt them and exclude them. No one has the right to blame them. A strong message, A political stance, contrary to certain customs, which allows these wounded women to reintegrate their families. Without being disowned, nor kill to wash away shame. In a small, secluded sanctuary, surrounded by his family, Nisrine will now return to her Yazidi religion. Welcome, my daughter, May God protect you. For the second time in his life, she is going to be baptized. You can’t go back, it is a sin. Only the Yazidis have access to this sacred spring. May the gods be with you. May God forgive your sins. From now on, Nisrine, in the eyes of his community, is no longer Muslim. The young woman is now allowed to practice her religion again. She heads towards another room of the temple. At his entrance, a black snake, the symbol of the wisdom of the Yazidis, inside dozens of rainbow-colored fabrics. Each color represents an angel. The pilgrims unheard of, fabrics while making a wish. Nisrine prays for those who are still hostages. I wish that the Great God, The beautiful, God, protects all the people. Yazidi. I wish we could return to our former lives and all the prisoners would be freed from the hands of these unbelievers. This is my wish in this sacred place. Nisrine struggles to escape the grip of her tormentor. She continues to wear the black headscarf that was imposed on her just two days ago. I am not happy. I can’t see myself taking it off yet, return to my previous life. At Daesh, we were beaten. They told us that it was not right not to wear the veil. We even had to cover our faces and wear black clothes. Now that you are free, Why don’t you take it off? For nine months, I was like that. I got used to it. I can’t do it yet. Wearing this black veil annoys other Yazidis present at the temple. Take it off. She has to take it off. What’s going on? She wears the headscarf like Muslim women. But for Nisrine, It’s still too early. His loved ones each crack in turn. Despite the new baptism and support of families, It is difficult for these young women to turn the page. By staying in the country. To help them, An NGO offers them a new start. Heading to Germany. It was in a small provincial town near Stuttgart that we met Irlas just a week ago. The 16-year-old young woman, former sex slave of Daesh, starts here S.A. Second life. Arrived here barely two months ago, Irla found herself in the local Yazidi community, new friends like Medina. Come and see, Look how pretty it is. You find No, I prefer black. Stop with the black. I know, but it’s a reflection of my life. And the green, do you like it? No. But you’re always dressed in black. This kind of clothes, short sleeves, were prohibited. To those who wore them, They could cut off their arms. Long clothes had to be worn. The hearts of Daesh men are even blacker than this t-shirt. To overcome his ordeal, Irlaz receives weekly psychological support. She is also learning German. Repeat after me, Irlaz. Two, three, four, twenty-nine, 22, 23, 23. She is like my sister. She’s part of the family now. I like it very much. I love it. He is a very good person. She is great, Irlas. The young woman now dreams of returning to school. His dearest desire, one day bring his tormentors to justice. In the future, I want to become a lawyer to punish Daesh. The acts they committed are very serious. I want to punish them with my own hands. What they do to us, It’s worse than crimes. They are not human beings, They are savages. They have no heart. Irla is in Germany with her mother, and neither of them imagines for a moment that they will one day return to Yazidi lands. Look at, that’s me, that’s you, and there, it’s the little one. Which one am I? No, I prefer this one. It has blue highlights. In four months, The NGO, which helped Irlas, has already welcomed 260 young women in Germany. They would like to receive 800 more by the end of the year.

Nous sommes au Sud-Est de la Turquie, à la frontière syrienne. Plusieurs milliers de Syriens attendant derrière les grilles, pour franchir la frontière et fuir le régime de l’État Islamique. Voici l’incroyable histoire des rescapés de Daesh, à travers une enquête exclusive au cœur de l’État Islamique.