Biography of Rasul Magomedov

Many guys, leaving for IG, sincerely believe that upon arrival they will immediately be provided with an “apartment, wife and monthly allowance”. This is wrong. If a person does not want to go to the front line, then the “state” does not help him. Live wherever you want, and equip your life yourself. It is difficult to find work if you are not a doctor, engineer or specialist in the oil field.

In addition, you need to own Arabic. Because whatever one may say, but the main population of the IG is Arabic. Rasul stood alone in the middle of the city, the sun was in the eyes. It was Monday, about noon. The air was dry and full of dust. He expected to see some village in a rocky desert, but instead a large, busy city spread in front of him.

People were in a hurry about their business, buses and taxis passed by, a large market was buzzing nearby, many small shops and impromptu collapses offered all kinds of smuggling. And then, nearby - destroyed houses, charred skeletons of cars, funnels from shells. Around full bearded men in camouflage, in unloading and with machine guns. The shy flocks of women dressed in black from head to toe.

And many boys. Having hung with weapons, they cut on motorcycles with a joyful luster in their eyes, as if they were playing "Zarnitsa". Here, from the age of 9, the boy is taught to handle weapons. And at the age of 12, the child can already participate in military operations. Women here go only in Nikabi and accompanied, there is a special women's police who monitor the behavior and form of clothing on the streets.

Do you behave inappropriately? Get 30 sticks. Despite the International, there are many immigrants from Sudan, Tunisia, Somalia, Europe and the former Soviet republics. But on the streets it is not customary to speak their native languages. Anyway, people do not trust each other - a new friend can always write a denunciation to Hizbu local police. The spies around everyone rushes.

This city was called. El-Saura, Etura, El Tabaka, Tabka-Russian transcription of the name of the same town, located 55 kilometers from Rakka-the self-proclaimed capital of the Islamic State. And although by number this is the second city of the province before the capture of the IS militants was thousands of people, in importance - the first. Photo: RIA Novosti Tabka is a strategically important transport hub in the way connecting two large cities - Aleppo and Rakku, and even on the shore of the largest reservoir on the Euphrates River.

In the arid rocky area of ​​Rakka with once vast agricultural land, water is the main condition for survival. The reservoir with a dam and hydroelectric power station was built in the early 10s of the last century by Soviet specialists. Dozens of Soviet families of engineers, doctors, builders lived here for years, erecting these complex objects. Their children were born here, then they went to school.

Then Tabka was the city of the Soviet intelligentsia. On social networks there is even a community where “children of the stubs” are divided by memories of their Syrian childhood. Not far from the city is the largest military air base of Syria: a huge airfield with migi, dozens of hangars and bunkers, with weapons, a military town, designed for a person’s deployment.

The battles for this air base were bloody and lasted about a month. Damascus sent supports to the air base at the air base, but the Syrian authorities still could not keep her. And on August 24, the base with all its arsenal passed under the control of the caliphate. And with her - and Tabka. Thus, the territory of the entire oil -bearing province of Rakka was occupied by the Islamic State.

The military who did not have time to leave - and there were several hundred people - the IS militants cut the throat in front of the video cameras. From each execution they made a show, which was then scattered by the promoters around the world, urging to join the ranks of the “Islamic state”. Even during the battles for the airbase, the mass outcome of the civilian population began from the pile - people in a hurry threw their homes.

Many civilian militants were expelled from houses, clearing the "living space" for the arriving warriors of the Caliphate and their families. Nevertheless, there is still not enough “living space” - the number of people who wanted to fight for the IG was too large. According to the laws of the IG, apartments and houses rely only for those who are fighting. You are on the front line - your wife and children are in the apartment.

However, if you die - and this is not even months, but weeks and days, then your family moves to a special female hostel. The way out for women is only another marriage. True, recently, after repeated complaints, the head of IG al-Baghdadi issued an order: families of especially honored fighters can reserve their apartments in the event of the death of the head of the family.

But “desertness” is given here a little, mortality is too great. From the stupor of Rasul, the implicit, but the oppressing sound of a measured buzzing somewhere above his head. Later they explained to him that these are drones. They can be reconnaissance, or they can - shock, that is, with bombs on board. A simple person cannot distinguish one from the other.Therefore, they are no longer paying attention to them.

In the agreed place, Rasul was waiting for the same conductor, who was also a translator for him for the first time. He took him to his wife’s house, having previously said that Fatima had a new husband, he is a Uzbek and fights on the front line. Seeing the father, the girls shouted to his neck shouted, his wife gave a contemptuous look. Until the last, she did not believe that her soft -born husband would decide on such a trip.

But in the "Islamic state" everything is decided by men. And even if Fatima was familiar with his sister’s new husband for only a few months, he was the eldest in their family. And it was he who decided that Rasul has the right to see his children. Rasul sued his wife in the Sharia court. The case was difficult, and from the stack they had to go to the Central Sharia Court, located in the capital - Rakke.

In court, the wife still insisted that Rasul is an apostate and did not deserve to raise her children. An important argument was the opinion of the eldest daughter - the Patimat categorically refused to stay with her mother. The new mother’s husband and his environment were scared by the girl. Kadiy decided: the mother got married again, the children want to be with his father, the father moved to the lands of the caliphate according to the theologians of the IG, all those who did not do this is the uniforms, which means that he has every right to take them from his mother.

The feeling of joy and relief, after the decision of the Sharia court, quickly evaporated. There was nowhere to live, it was impossible to find work, there was little money, and how to get out of the lands of the caliphate, he had no idea. Having wandered a couple of hours around the city in thought, he found a mosque near the place where the younger sister of Fatima lived, who temporarily lived his daughters.

He settled there. He ate scarcely, took a shower when he had to, he saved every center. And exclusively dollars go there. Only one thought spun in my head day and night - how to find the road back. He investigated the surroundings, through conversations with Russian -speaking, felt the situation. The border with Turkey was kilometers, and in order to go there, a reason was needed. The idea came up to go after the phone.

In the IS shortage of communications. Residents are trying in every possible way to protect from the outside world. There are no TVs, only large plasma screens on the streets where the sermons are twisted, from the point of view of the authorities, preachers. The Internet is strictly limited. You can buy traffic only in special Internet cafes, the owners of which are required to know which sites their visitors enter.

The soldiers of the IG on the front line, and in the rear, mobile communications and social networks are prohibited. It’s easier for civilian, but still you can’t buy a phone in free sale. Rasul took a taxi, the driver said that he needed to pick up the phone on the border. He left the taxi not far from the border, walked there for a couple of hours, then pulled out his “flashlight” from his trouser pocket, he brought this phone with him from home and with a pleased look returned back to the taxi driver.

I saw my daughters daily, I took them to walk in a neighboring park. The younger ICQ was frightened by women in black robes, fluttering in the wind. ICQ shuddered, poured to her legs. I had to buy a large doll in the market to distract from tears. So the month after the month passed, spring changed the summer, and it was already coming to an end. And Rasul pulled everything with departure.

It seems to have studied all the cards that I managed to get, thought out the route, but it was scary. How can girls overcome such a difficult path? But what if they are caught by border guards?