The boy can not be older than 10 years old. Shaved head, piercing brown eyes and awkward teeth.
Our moment with him was fleeting but icy and deeply sad.
In Arabic, he quotes for the first time a verse from the Qur'an: "God says:" Turn to Allah with sincere repentance in the hope that your Lord will take you from your evils. "
He asked us to repent of our sins.
And then, calmly, he said, "We are going to kill you by slaughtering you, we are going to slaughter you."
As he finished, he looked directly into the lens of our camera.
I have been watching the pictures now, again and again. Does he know what he says? Does he believe him? Did he see others being slaughtered? How do you heal a young mind so damaged?
Around him, there were dozens of other little boys and girls; all ages, all nationalities, dirty and playing in the dust.
And with them, the only guides they have in their lives; women dressed in black from the Islamic State.
In the plains of northeastern Syria, Al Hol is a place that should worry governments around the world.
Behind a single barrier are those who will rebuild their worship if they can.
Kept by a small contingent of Kurdish men and women who do their best, this vast camp is a detention center for women and children who have come out of the "caliphate" of the IS during its fall in March.
The adult members of the IS that have survived are all in several prisons, which are not sufficiently protected, not far from there.
Al Hol was supposed to be temporary and yet it persists. It's sordid and insecure and there's literally no plan for what to do with the 70,000 people who are here.
To enter, we are told to take all precautions. We will not be welcome. We wear armor and the camp guards with us carry rifles.
The stab wounds are regular and there have been several murders.
The southern district of the camp, the annex as it is called, is the place where foreigners are detained. those who are not Syrian or Iraqi.
"Ten thousand here," the guard tells me. "About that."
They do not know for sure because there are no precise lists.
The makeshift market is the only place where staff are comfortable to take us to this part of the camp.
This is a chance for some ripped conversations.
"Can we talk to you?" I ask a woman behind her niqab.
"No," she replies. His Australian twang is immediately clear. "I really do not want to talk to you, sorry."
Near her, I see a little boy with blond hair. It is uncomfortable to talk to a young child with a camera and talk to him. But it is important to collect the testimony that we can, even in a nutshell, of this awful place.
"How are you calling?" I ask.
"Yousef," he said.
"Where are you from?" I ask.
"Finlandi" he says – Finland.
He told me that he was six, but a woman later took him away. Maybe his mother. Maybe not.
We met children from Russia, Bosnia, France, China and Uzbekistan.
Al Hol is a deeply troubling place. Radicalized mothers live with children who have not seen any other life.
The waves do not meet anything. These natural instincts of a child – they are not here.
Dressed in their black niqab, the women of the IS claim to represent the purest form of Islam.
But the so-called Islamic State to which they adhered was the opposite. A twisted evil cult whose crimes and terrorist attacks in the world are unparalleled.
"Do you still believe in the ideology of Daesh?" I ask another woman.
"Yes, of course, why [should] we change? They treat us like animals. Just like dogs, "she says, referring to her environment in the camp.
"You treated others like animals, you cut people's heads, burn them alive, is not it?" I answer.
"It's said in the Qur'an," she tells me.
They are angry and yet emboldened by the news of the death of the head of the IS, Abu Bakr al Baghdadi, last month.
"We believed in him so we came [to the caliphate]"A woman who says she's from Paris tells me.
"And we're there, anyway, he's dead, you know, in Islam, there's a life after death, another one will come back."
"Do you think the Islamic State will come back?" I asked him.
Children walk in front – many are on crutches. Here, the war wounded are not even teenagers.
"Have you seen the barbaric acts that were committed?" I asked another woman.
"Yes, I've seen barbaric acts."
"A little bit of everything, what you saw on TV, we saw it in real life, beheadings, yes, a little bit of everything."
Because of the full niqab that they wear, it's impossible to read women's faces.
Was she ashamed to say it or to be proud? I do not know.
There is no school. Help agencies are struggling to function because of security. Health care is the foundation.
The camp authorities say that radicalization continues all the time.
Part of the camp was an existing refugee camp where people fleeing the IS caliphate took refuge.
Now, these people share the same camp with the women of the IS.
The place is the ideal incubator for the reformation of the EI. Basically, the camp already represents a new mini-caliphate.
We found a woman who seemed to regret her decision to join IS.
Sonia Khadira, from Italy, told us that she came to Syria while she was only 17 years old.
"Do you understand why the Italian government would think you are a danger?" I asked him.
"Yes, I know, I know, because I come to Daesh, I stay in Daesh for three years."
"So you do not believe in the ideology of Daesh anymore?" I inquired.
It did not seem very convincing. Surely there must be desperate and truly repentant people, maybe a lot. But who needs to know?
How many are there victims? How many are the authors? The fact is that here no one is making the judgment.
With few exceptions, including Sweden, Finland and the Netherlands, countries do not want to bring their citizens back home.
The lawsuits in their home countries would be complicated and many governments consider that such a return policy is politically toxic.
The return of the children is very complex because their radicalized mothers will not abandon them. The UK has stripped some of its citizens who joined the SI of their nationality.
Leaving the camp, I approached another woman.
"Where are you from?"
"Dawlat al Islam, the Islamic State," she replied.
"Yes, but where were you from before?"
"I come from the Islamic State!" she repeated.
I then asked about the leader of IS, al Baghdadi. What did she think of her death?
"The Islamic State has remained! The Islamic State has remained!" She screamed.