I am an Arab American: Reflections on a visit to Iraq

My name is Muath and I was born and raised in the United States. I am a junior at Hamline University. This last summer, I visited Iraq. I stayed there for five weeks. I was shocked to see and hear the reality that is rarely, if ever, displayed in the American media. As I spoke with many Iraqis in dangerous war-torn areas, the color of reality unknown to us in America became as bright as can be. Here is my story.

In the hot and dry days of June, I was in the city of Samarra. I visited a café one day in the early morning in the Hay-Al-Mufalimeen district. I sat down by a man having his tea and breakfast with his assault rifles beside him. He was quite clearly a member of the armed resistance. As I spoke to him and other fighters like him, my understanding of the resistance was very much modified from what was fed to me by the American media. Notice in this article that I am not attempting or intending to excuse or justify any acts. I am attempting to unveil what drives these people to do what they do and believe what they believe. What makes them tick?