Into Iraq – The Iraq Journals, Part 3

Erbil, Northern Iraq
Erbil, Northern Iraq

There was an Iraqi man sitting next to me on the plane as we approached Erbil. He motioned towards the window.

“I love seeing Erbil at night,” he said, looking down on the lights. He sounded like a man talking about a woman or his childhood home. He looked at me, alarmed, as if suddenly abashed by some lack of manners.

“Have you been here before?” he asked.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Come, come over here!” he insisted, unbuckling his seatbelt. “You have to see! Take my seat.”

“No, no,” I said, smiling. “That’s okay. Really.” But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He stood and pushed passed me into the aisle so that I could slide over into his chair and watch our descent into Iraq. It really was a beautiful site. Erbil spread itself out in shining white lights, hemmed in by the pitch black mountains. It looked like any other city I had flown into before – serene, busy, like an outpost surrounded by darkness.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s beautiful.” And he smiled, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Do you need a ride from the airport?” he asked. “I can give you a ride if you need one.” I explained that our group had someone picking us up. Need I remind you that it was 4am? Never in all of my travels has anyone ever offered to give me a ride from the airport, much less at that kind of hour.

No, I had to go to Iraq and hang out with Muslims to receive that kind of radical hospitality.

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We arrived at our hotel around 5am. We slept until 7am. Had breakfast. Glided into a day-long security training session at 8:30am. Had to prop eyelids open with toothpicks. What I caught from the lesson was this.

The road from Erbil to Mosul, along with the abandoned buildings in Mosul, were lined with thousands of old mines and IEDs that had yet to be disarmed. Our plan was to travel to the outskirts of Mosul two days later.

ISIS will sometimes put toys in the middle of the road for children. These toys are attached to explosives.

Do not leave the road. Do not walk into abandoned buildings. Do not step on rocks that are out of place.

Photos of people who have stepped on landmines and experienced traumatic amputations are images that will stay in your mind for a long time.

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I slept well that night. I woke up early the next morning. My body had no idea what time it was – too many late nights in a row, too many long days, too many time zones crossed. I had to believe the clock, and the sun, knew what they were doing.

We ate breakfast on the sixth floor of the hotel. The entire wall was glass, and we looked out over Erbil. Again, I was surprised at how normal the city appeared. There weren’t car bombs going off every day; there weren’t mortar rounds falling from the sky. There was traffic, and people opening their shops for the day, and a bell hop who insisted on helping us out the door to our waiting van.

So began our first day in Iraq. We planned on driving two to three hours north, into the mountains, to a remove valley lined with eight Christian villages. It would be many miles on the road, and many checkpoints. I felt a little bit anxious, leaving the safety of Erbil. We climbed in the van, and off we went.

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I traveled to Northern Iraq with a group called Reload Love. They take spent bullet casings, melt them down, and turn them into jewelry to raise awareness and money to support children impacted by terror. They send aid to in-country partners that have expertise in rescuing children from harm’s way and provide much needed assistance, including relief supplies, children’s programs, and safe spaces such as playgrounds. Reload Love is doing incredible work. You can find out more about them, as well as check out their beautiful line of jewelry, here.

2 Replies to “Into Iraq – The Iraq Journals, Part 3”

  1. Thanks, Shawn, You are giving me a very good word picture of Iraq. I appreciate your willingness to travel there to help us here in America understand the Middle East somewhat better. Keep writing. Richard

  2. This is rad. Yeah. Erbil is beautiful. I hope you get / got to stay in Duhok too (probably my favorite city at night ever). Sounds like your experience with Kurdish hospitality is as mind-boggling to you as it was to me. I’m still blown away from my time in that area (though 2010 was a much safer time).

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