Hounded by war, can Idlib's desperate civilians outrun final assault?
In the midst of a
winter storm last month, Mahdi al-Beij pitched his tent on the edge of a
graveyard, hoping to have finally outrun a war that had hounded him and his
clan throughout the province of Idlib for six insufferable years.
Floodwaters pooled
nearby and a biting cold swept across the plains as the family settled in;
accustomed to being exiles in their own land, but exhausted by their fifth move
under fire and resigned to the next cruel twist fate may deliver them. Even if
that meant being buried where they sheltered.
“Should the fighting
reach us here, we won’t have to go too far,” said Al-Beij, 47, a shopkeeper
from the Aleppo countryside. “And while we wait, at least we don’t have any
problems with our neighbours. There is no better place to be.”
When they and other
members of the cemetery’s living dead woke last Friday, the toll of the war had
moved closer – four new graves, dug from the red earth only metres from their
tent flaps, had been prepared for newcomers.
The bodies of the war’s
latest dead were supposed to arrive at the cemetery overnight, but had instead
been buried where they fell during an airstrike on another new camp nearby. The
new graves would remain open for now, but even as a ceasefire took hold across
Idlib – the latest attempt to broker an end to a mass suffering that has known
no modern parallel – they would inevitably be put to use, in the coming days or
hours.
Nearby, two dogs slept
on the tomb of a man who had died long ago, their emaciated frames slipping
easily through the rusty fence that surrounded it. Children stared vacantly
from behind tombstones. Their elders beckoned to them to join them in their
mud-covered tents.
There were no planes in
the skies for the first time in weeks, and the road in front that stretched
from Idlib’s merciless battlefields to the right, and the safety of Turkey six
miles to the left, was no longer cluttered with desperate, fleeing families.
They had pulled off the
road and had settled among olive groves and almond trees that lined routes
connecting the province. Those lucky enough to find unused ruins had taken
refuge among them. Formal camps, with healthcare and blankets, were the holy
grail for Idlib’s newest exiles, but most had reached their capacity when towns
and cities were overrun by the war and emptied out in late February, as Russian
warplanes pulverised all beneath them and allowed forces fighting for the
Syrian president to advance northwards.
“We’ll make do with
what we have in this place,” said another cemetery resident, Ahmad Huesh, 54.
“We’re all going to end up here anyway.” Another man, Mueid Hneish, had just
arrived from the town of Ariha, which had been evacuated as regime forces and
Shia militias had stormed towards it. That momentum had slowed after an
airstrike killed at least 34 Turkish troops on 27 February, and which prompted
a withering counter-attack by Ankara – not on Russian forces who had carried it
out, but on Syrian troops and their allies on the ground.
In the village of Fuar,
10 miles further into Idlib, a member of the armed opposition against the
Syrian leader, Lieutenant Naji Mustafa, said the Turkish offensive had rallied
morale among the anti-Assad alliance. “Bashar al-Assad was not expecting to
face what we had faced for so long,” he said of a three-day Turkish blitz that
had killed hundreds of fighters and wiped out much of the Syrian army’s
military hardware. “When you really look at the Syrian army, they are not on
the same level as the Turks, or anyone else. When you really look at the Syrian
state, you see with certainty that it has been run as a farm for the Assad
family. It’s not a real country.”
Fuar had long been a
Shia town, one of two such areas in northwestern Syria that had been a focal
point of Iranian efforts to defend the regime. The slain Iranian general Qassem
Suleimani, who was killed by a US drone in Baghdad in January, had spent time
in the town organising the recapture of Aleppo in late 2016 and had also overseen
its evacuation shortly afterwards. That move had been sabotaged by a suicide
bomber who killed close to 160 civilians in April 2017 as they waited to be
evacuated. The headquarters of the group blamed for the attack, Jund al-Aqsa,
now stands abandoned on a road leading towards Idlib city.
“It was an immoral
thing to do, and it was not defensible,” said an opposition member. “They
haven’t been forgiven.”
Since then the
jihadists, who had established strongholds across Idlib throughout the Syrian
war, have been less visible although still a presence.
As war rumbled on, the
most dominant group – now known as Hayat Tahrir al-Sham (HTS) but once wedded
to al-Qaida – had begun to cast itself as protectors of the civilian uprising
against Assad, rather than proponents of a global jihad.
“It’s complicated,”
said Lieutenant Naji, when asked about HTS. “For now we’re getting along with
them and things are acceptable.”
Elizabeth Tsurkov, a
fellow at the Foreign Policy Research Institute who has studied HTS extensively,
said the group appeared to have transformed – long a demand of governments who
endorsed the humanitarian demands of the millions trapped in Idlib, but were
determined not to deal with jihadists. “They truly severed ties with al-Qaida,”
said Tsurkov. “The shift is strategic and stems from a realisation that they
cannot survive as rulers of Idlib against the regime without foreign protection
and backing, in this case, from Turkey.”
Who fights the war and
whatever might emerge from the ruins long ago ceased to be a concern for
Idlib’s desperate residents, many of whom fled from elsewhere in Syria before
ending up crammed into its last opposition-held corner. “Anyone who wants to
stop Assad and his Shia mercenaries is welcome to,” said İbrahim
Muezzin, on the outskirts of Ariha, a hillside town that was abandoned last
month as regime ground forces approached. “I came back only to see my house,”
he said. “It’s gone. Everything’s gone.”
Inside Ariha, the
town’s main hospital lay in ruins, bombed two weeks earlier by a warplane.
Congealed blood littered the floor of a corridor, and x-rays were scattered
like confetti amid the rubble of a destroyed operating theatre.
Outside, an ambulance,
crumpled by an explosion, stood covered by a tarpaulin. Another was on its
side, obliterated by a warplane. The war on hospitals and all the other things
needed to sustain civilian life was on brutal display: a market place, bread
ovens, a school and even a mosque lay in ruins.
Nearby, two men were
looking through what remained of their homes. Zaqwa al-Tamer, his cheeks gaunt
and eyes vacant, was cradling four pages of a Quran he had salvaged from his
bedroom. “If I have this, nothing else matters,” he said.
Mohammed Isahib,
another returnee, was a little luckier. Pointing to his flat in a damaged
apartment building, he said: “Let’s stop talking about no-fly zones, the
reality is we are dealing with no-life zones. Our choices are death or
displacement. The agreement with the Turks and Russians [signed in Moscow the
day before] means nothing. The real agreement is they will not leave anyone
alone, especially on the M4 highway.”
A rusting, dilapidated
ferris wheel stood between a gap in two buildings; fun died in Ariha long ago.
Down the nearby
arterial route coveted by both sides, a lone armoured troop carrier,
commandeered by an opposition group, belched its way towards a frontline near
the town of Saraqeb. “We’re taking the war to them, these days,” said Lieutenant
Naji. “Maybe the tables are turning.”
In Idlib, a
revolutionary rally had gathered a large crowd in a central square. Men and a
small number of women waved opposition flags and chanted taunts towards both
the Syrian regime and opposition groups, including HTS. “We can do what we want
now,” said Mahoud Ali Ismael, a trader from Hama, who had sought refuge in
Idlib three years ago. “Six months ago, there would have been problems for all
of us if we held a rally. They would have shot in the air and shut us down. But
this is new and real. If only the world could see.”
In the muddy fields
near the Turkish border though, talk of uprising was long ago replaced by the
reality of survival. “We lived that false hope for a while,” said Saleh
Bneishi. “Those are their dreams, not ours anymore. Is it too much to hope for
the world to tell Assad and the Russians to stop? I hope this last week has
been a lesson for them.”
On the road back past
the abandoned jihadist base, and as a short cruel winter drew to a close, a
lone almond tree was covered in a white blossom. “Maybe that’s a sign of a good
year ahead,” said Ahmad. “Our grandparents used to see it as an omen.”
Further north, in the
graveyard, Abdur Rahman Helam, 19, said: “I don’t believe in anything anymore.
Pointing to the tombstones, he said: “These are the best people I know. None of
them bother us.”