The Love of Iraqi Fathers

I also wanted to bring up something that I have been surprised by here, which is the gentleness and kindness of the Iraqi men. The women are kind and hospitable and all that, but I think the portrait of a typical Iraqi man in my mind was more hardened and in need of an adjustment. It's true that I have heard horror stories of some of the fathers we have brought here (and mothers as well), but as for the two Iraqi fathers I have met here, their attitude and during such a strenuous time is nothing short of admirable. Abu Ali and Abu Firdaus (Abu means "father of") are ...normal. As has been a theme of my blogging, I am not so surprised when things are vastly different than I am accustomed, it is when something completely new and strange seems right and true and normal that I especially take notice. Yesterday when I was visiting Firdaus and father I entered the room to see him lovingly cradling her in his arms. Abu Firdaus' was happy to have visitors and spoke warmly with us during our visit. When asked if we could bring him anything the next time we visited, he asked for Iraqi food and french fries. Firdaus' father enjoys cooking and said he is excited to make some good Iraqi food when he and Firdaus are released from the hospital in Tel Aviv to stay with us in Jerusalem. I am very excited to get to know Abu Firdaus better. You can follow Firdaus' story and see pictures on his blog here.