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Islamic State

Forced to deliver ‘cubs of the caliphate’ for the Islamic State, midwife shared moments tender, cruel and grotesque

‘These were not humans. They were a different kind of creature’

PUBLISHED : Thursday, 26 April, 2018, 1:32pm
UPDATED : Thursday, 26 April, 2018, 8:43pm

Samira al-Nasr has delivered thousands of babies over four decades as a midwife in the city of Raqqa, but she says nothing was like the childbirth she attended two years ago as the handpicked doula of the Islamic State.

Moments after an infant was born to a Turkish couple – an Islamic State fighter and his young wife – they tried to dress their newborn son in a custom-tailored military uniform. The father proudly declared that the child would grow up to become an Islamist militant. Nasr was revolted. She said she persuaded the father not to use the uniform, telling him the material was too coarse for the baby’s delicate skin.

Nasr, 66, is among the millions who lived under the Islamic State’s violent and austere rule in Syria and Iraq, but she witnessed a side of the militancy that perhaps no other outsider did. She was coerced, she said, into delivering countless babies for Islamic State families, attending the most intimate moments of their secluded lives, which she described as alternately ordinary and grotesque.

Entrusted by the Islamic State with delivering the “cubs of the caliphate” shortly after it captured Raqqa in 2014 and made the city its capital, Nasr began making house calls at all hours. During the three years she was shuttled by taxis and gunmen to the homes of Islamic State families, most of them foreign, Nasr’s emotions ran from fear to anger to helplessness, she said. There was none of the joy or pride that had sustained a career of delivering babies for a generation of Raqqans.

“They had no respect for the profession,” she said of the militants and their wives. “I was like a prop, not a caregiver. I would attend the birth and they would toss me out.”

The children of the “caliphate” were themselves treated as props. They were central characters in Islamic State propaganda videos, which often showed children of diverse European, Asian and African backgrounds studying Islamic State teachings, or playing and training with weapons. Other videos purported to show adolescent boys executing people deemed apostates or enemies.

In their private interactions, Nasr also found the Islamic State parents often to be cruel, but sometimes tender.

The young women were mostly elated upon becoming mothers, and in a practice that seemed ignorant to Nasr but is actually increasingly common in the West, they all insisted on holding the newborns tight and breast-feeding them even before the umbilical cord was cut. The women would frequently whisper a few words of prayer in halting Arabic exalting the role of mothers in Islam while pressing the infants to their chests.

But the husbands imposed harsh rules. They forbade Nasr to give the women painkillers or other medicine while they were in labour. She said some of the women went through 10 hours of labour without the opioids or muscle relaxers that Nasr had routinely given to women in the past.

“They wouldn’t let me give her a thing,” she recalled. “These women endured a lot of pain.”

The husbands claimed that the medication violated their religious tradition and offered platitudes about how the women would reap greater rewards from God for their suffering. The wives obediently agreed.

But Nasr said she knew better. The men were concocting these excuses because they feared she might poison the women, and she felt sorry for them.

“They just didn’t trust the medicine coming from me, an outsider,” she said. “They wouldn’t even let me give her a glass of water unless the husband poured it himself.”

When Nasr recalled the foreign women repeating their husbands’ bromides about rewards in the afterlife, she mimicked their heavily accented Arabic in a high-pitched voice, and her bright blue eyes welled up with tears of laughter.

Mostly, however, she remembered her experiences in delivering Islamic State babies with revulsion and anger. She felt humiliated by how she was treated. Nasr has a soft face and slow, laboured walk, but she is a proud woman who knows her craft and is accustomed to respect. She also has a sharp tongue and has been used to giving commands and guidance – not being ordered about.

On the wall outside her home, largely spared the devastation suffered by her neighbors, hangs a sign advertising her services. It bears the name she’s widely known by: Umm Alaa. It means “Alaa’s mom,” a nickname she acquired after the birth of a son who would go on to become a doctor in Raqqa. Three bullet holes blemish the sign, a reminder of the ferocious battle last year as U.S.-allied forces ousted the Islamic State from the city.

The ordeal has left her bitter and confused. She is still reckoning with her role in helping the “caliphate” pursue its proclaimed goal of “remaining and expanding.”

Nasr said she had initially tried to resist working for Islamic State couples, but the consequences of not cooperating soon became clear: imprisonment or even execution in a public square. Her husband, a slightly built, bookish retired Arabic teacher, had been jailed for a few days after he tried to mediate between the feared Islamic State morality police and a neighbour who had run afoul of their strict code.

“What choice did I have?” Nasr asked. “I would do it against my will. Even if I was afraid or disgusted, it is irrelevant. I was forced to help them.”

She found pregnant women from an astonishing array of nations: There were Tunisians, Saudis, Egyptians, Yemenis, Somalis, Moroccans, Irish women, French women, Germans, Russians, Turks and women from the Caucasus and African countries she could not identify.

She was also struck by the Syrian wives. At first, the youngest were 13, the oldest no more than 15 – an illustration of how the new rulers of Raqqa, mostly foreigners, had plundered the locals.

“These were not humans,” she said of the militants. “They were a different kind of creature.”