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In the News: “Rebuilt Iraq Hospital Plans Surgery On Infants”

July 29, 2011 by matt · 2 Comments 

The Operation Room for Remedy Mission IV in Iraq.

Yahoo! News recently released an article about the rebuilding of Iraq’s largest heart hospital. After being burned and looted during the invasion of Baghdad in 2003, the hospital was deemed “beyond repair.”

But they underestimated the doctor’s commitment to their patients and to their hospital.

Click here to read the entire article. This article is just one example of how Iraqi cardiac hospitals aren’t just burnt-out and “beyond repair,” they’re proof that you and I can improve Iraq’s medical infrastructure.

As PLC's Press Secretary, Matt Willingham is bent on leveraging words and media to connect hearts and minds to Iraqi children in need. On the side, he likes reading old books, devouring the great food his wife cooks up and dabbling in DSLR video work. He's also mildly obsessed with Twitter: @mehtin.

In a Word: “Cruisin’”

July 27, 2011 by Lydia · 1 Comment 

A Kurdish boy poses on a parked motorbike in Sulaymaniyah, Iraq.

This little guy decided to take an imaginary trip on his dad’s motorcycle, and a little help from a Lensbaby lens made the ride a little more real.

Lydia Bullock wrote and photographed for us during the 2010 summer internship and then again for 7 months in 2011. She documented surgical missions in northern and southern Iraq. See more of her excellent work on our Flickr stream, or follow her on Twitter: @lydiabullock.

Kill A Few Zombies, Save A Few Lives: How Your Video Gaming Habit Can Actually Benefit Kids In Iraq

July 26, 2011 by matt · 331 Comments 

2 Kurdish boys playing playstation 2 in Iraqi Kurdistan.

“You’re turnin’ into a zombie. That game is gonna rot your brain!”
– My grandmother

If you’re like me, you probably grew up with parents or grandparents who were wary of video gaming. Maybe they didn’t use dramatic words like ‘rot’ and ‘zombie’ when referring to you, but you’ve probably heard something similar.

And let’s face it, excessive staring and button-mashing isn’t good for anyone. I’ve had friends who got so hopelessly addicted to video games that they lost touch with reality. They quit bathing and lived off nothing but Taco Bell for weeks on end. It wasn’t pretty.

(Mario) < (moderation)

But despite the potential pitfall (another amazing game) I owe a lot to video games.

Yep, you heard me right.

If it weren’t for them, how else would I have learned random SAT words like “falchion” or “pwn”? Or how would I know that guys can still look manly in a tunic and tights so long as they’re swinging a gigantic sword; or that Italian plumbers are the ultimate solution to any hostage situation?

For everything video games taught me, though, I never really used them to benefit anyone. Sure, I invited people over to play Halo on my birthday, but I mostly did that because I was tired of the single-player campaign.

But this August 5th, Hardmode.org is hosting an online video game party that will actually save lives. And these lives aren’t virtual. There aren’t any ‘extra’ lives for these kids. They get one shot at life, and it’ll take place in Iraq on an operating table.

So check out the poster below to see how your thumbs can be used to heal hearts!

Hardmode Flyer benefiting sick Iraqi kids.

As PLC's Press Secretary, Matt Willingham is bent on leveraging words and media to connect hearts and minds to Iraqi children in need. On the side, he likes reading old books, devouring the great food his wife cooks up and dabbling in DSLR video work. He's also mildly obsessed with Twitter: @mehtin.

3 Things I Could Have Only Learned From The Kurds

July 24, 2011 by Ryan · Leave a Comment 

1: Dressing up isn’t only about looking good

For the most part, in America, men don’t dress up to impress their platonic male friends in social settings. When going out somewhere, whether it’s a sporting event, coffee shop, fast food joint or just hanging out somewhere, men typically don’t dress to impress their male friends. We just don’t. If I showed up to have lunch with a friend wearing slacks, dress shoes and a button down shirt, he’d almost be sure to ask where I was coming from or where I was going, that required such attire.

Would you press your shirt and throw on a tie for an all-guys backyard barbecue? Would you shine your shoes and put on slacks to go watch a ball game at a friends house?

Let’s be honest. The answer is no, you wouldn’t.

But the Kurds do. Every weekend in the bazaar, at tea shops or just walking in the street I see Kurdish men wearing slacks, button-down shirts and the shiniest shoes I’ve ever seen in the dustiest place I’ve ever been. Here in Sulaymaniyah, dressing up is not all about looking good. It’s an expression of respect to the people around you as well as to the friend you are meeting for tea. Dressing up isn’t about demonstrating how dapper you can look. It’s about wordlessly saying, “The time I spend with you is a special occasion, and that is worth dressing up for.”

A small portion of the hospitality of a Kurdish family.

2: Hospitality isn’t just refilling the bowl of potato chips

I always try to be a good host when people come over. I’ve got the basics down – offer them food, offer them drinks, “is there anything I can get you?” – you know, the usual. But since coming to Kurdistan, I’m realizing that hospitality isn’t just refilling the bowl of potato chips; my hospitality should not be confined to guests at my house.

While being here, so many Kurds have gone to great lengths to show me hospitality: from physically leading me to my destination when I’m lost (despite it being in the opposite direction of their destination) to spending entire afternoons with me drinking tea, playing backgammon, teaching me Kurdish and talking about life. When was the last time you spent an afternoon with a stranger, let alone an acquaintence, just to show them a good time?

3: We all yearn for reconciliation

I entered Kurdistan harboring misunderstandings. Besides some brief reading of Kurdish’s history, most of my opinions of Kurdistan were shaped by mainstream media and ignorance. Let me tell you, that was a mistake. My Kurdish friends laughed as I explained the common perceptions of Iraq and Muslims in general, and grimaced soberly as they explained that Osama Bin Laden wasn’t a real Muslim because of the way he perverted, corrupted and twisted the teachings of Islam for violence and hatred.

My Kurdish friends laughed as I told them that not all Americans are like the people on Jersey Shore and that our nation isn’t entirely filled with debaucherous hedonists. They nodded disapprovingly as I spoke about the Westboro Baptist Church and their hateful and irreverent propaganda, and nodded in agreement as I said that we reject them as true representations of Christian theology and culture.

Many things became clear through these conversations, but the most profound epiphany I experienced was that we all yearn for reconciliation. We spoke about TV and culture, but what we were doing was reaching for common ground, understanding, and reconciliation. In discussing our differences and our misunderstandings, we found a common desire for peace between our cultures.

 width= Ryan Rosenberry is spending his summer as a PLC intern (’11) compiling Remedy reports and researching CHD and prenatal care. When not citing sources, this pre-med California native can be found playing the guitar (or piano), partaking in a game of Ultimate Frisbee, or doodling his favorite animal: the pink sea slug.

Rethinking Patriotism: How My Time in Iraq Destroyed My Black & White Answers

July 21, 2011 by benjamin · 1 Comment 

An Iraqi flag waves in the sky during a beautiful Iraqi sunset.

I’m proud to be an American.

I’m proud of my country: its government, its ideals its military–especially its military.

I grew up with a love for the armed forces. I loved G.I. Joe, watching F-16 fighter jets take off from an air force base near my home and reading Black Hawk Down while my classmates were into Harry Potter. It’s difficult to say whether that was just a boyish fascination or a deeper sense of patriotism and national pride.

As I got older and more capable of understanding something abstract as patriotism, I didn’t lose my affinity for our nation’s armed forces. The boyish fascination transformed to the idealistic support for and devotion to our government and military. As a self-described patriotic American, it became easy to justify the costs of our ongoing War on Terror from the safety of my Ohio high school, and, later, university.

But as I found out early on in my time in Iraq with PLC, it’s much more difficult to view every inhabitant of this ancient land as potential terrorists when each man you meet is nicer than the last. It’s much more difficult to think you understand a culture when it continually defies your expectations. And it’s much more difficult to justify the costs of war while sitting face to face with a young boy with a deadly heart defect which- if not directly related to chemical weapons used during Desert Storm or the Iraq War – cannot get surgery as a result of years of infrastructure damage and nationwide sanctions.

Don’t expect me to say I’ve abandoned my love for America or my support for our military. My blood still boils when someone questions the motives of our military or insists our leaders use lies to justify their foreign policy. But I would say the time I’ve spent here in Iraq has completely destroyed any sense of a black-and-white answer to patriotism. My time living shoulder-to-shoulder with Kurds and Arabs has probably left me with more questions than answers.

But that’s a good thing.

Ben Chasnov, a graphic design major at Cedarville University, is spending his summer working on PLC’s editorial layouts. When not busy kerning or using the Bezier Curve, Ben spends his time in Iraq teaching English, playing backgammon and being mistaken for being either Arabic or Kurdish. You can follow him on Twitter at @bchasnov.

In A Word: “The Face of Injustice”

July 20, 2011 by Lydia · 1 Comment 

Thousands of prints of an Iraqi prison have been cut and attached directly onto the wall of the prison. This 360° distorted panorama will envelop you the viewer in the space and confront you with the reality of it. The resultant image appears connected to the truth yet some how painterly. The layered collage begins to reveal beauty out of the horror. For some prisoners, this space was all they saw for years, not knowing if they would survive.

photo by Ben Hodson http://www.benhodson.co.uk/

A temporary installation piece located in the UCMK Gallery, UK. This photo-montage is made out of 3,000+ photos taken inside of one of the cells of Amna Suraka. Now a museum, Amna Suraka was once a Ba’athist regime prison and torture chamber in the northern city of Sulaymaniyah.

Lydia Bullock wrote and photographed for us during the 2010 summer internship and then again for 7 months in 2011. She documented surgical missions in northern and southern Iraq. See more of her excellent work on our Flickr stream, or follow her on Twitter: @lydiabullock.

Never Have I Ever Spent An Entire Afternoon At A Tea Shop… Until I Came To Iraq

July 17, 2011 by Adam · 1 Comment 

While visiting families whose children have received heart surgery it is common to be offered tea. Kurdish men spend a lot of time drinking tea, playing games, and socializing at tea shops. A Kurdish tea shop is completely different from how I imagined a tea shop, since I only had Starbucks and Teavanna to compare it to.

Please allow me to describe my first experience at a legitimate Iraqi tea shop buried in the center of the bazaar.

A returning 2010 intern, Alex, likes to call this tea shop “the catacombs.” So when he proposed the idea of revisiting his favorite place in Sulaymaniyah, another PLC intern and I were excited to visit this mysterious, catacomb-like teashop.

Alex led us through the winding streets of the bustling bazaar, when out of nowhere he dove into the small entrance of “the catacombs.” We walked through the narrow seating area and tea stand and then the room opened up to a huge floor filled with a mess of tables crowded with men.

An Iraqi tea shop in northern Iraq.

The sights and sounds of the catacomb tea shop were awesome! The noise of dominoes slamming against tabletops, dice rolling across wooden boards and men’s laughter and conversation filled the room. The walls were lined in dirty, beige brick. These brick walls held pictures of Iraqi politicians and famous figures that seemed to transcend their canvas and stare creepily at you no matter where you moved.

The tea shop is a place where they can invite total strangers or friends to play games and drink cha (the Kurdish word for tea). The workers went around delivering tea, handing out games or repositioning cheap plastic chairs and metal tables to accommodate more Kurds. Every so often the old owner of the shop would come by to sweep up the endless amounts of cigarette butts scattered across the floor.

We found a small spot near the AC, and immediately our white skin and American-ness attracted eyes of friendly patrons eager to practice their English and help us out in our attempts to play backgammon. Anytime I play backgammon, a Kurd either playing or just watching, would move my pieces for me if I wasn’t quick enough to move them myself.

That day I spent over three hours in the tea shop losing almost every game I played, drinking tea and laughing with new friends. In Iraq, it’s normal to sit down and help strangers or foreigners with anything, even something as simple or insignificant as a board game.

And this friendliness isn’t just occasional. It’s a quality they practice daily. The Iraqi people really understand the value and importance of relationships. The culture here is saturated with qualities of hospitality and friendliness to strangers and friends, and I’ve recognized this level of love and friendliness as something I hope to adapt in my own life.

A man sits and takes in the sights and sounds of an Iraqi tea shop.

 width= Adam is spending his summer using words and writing to connect hearts and minds to children with CHD. That means poring over newsletters, blog posts, and photo captions to make sure these children are heard and that they get their shot at surgery. When not buried in metaphor, Adam enjoys playing the violin, hiking, and photography. He's also on Twitter @adamhallbrandt.

In A Word: After-Party

July 13, 2011 by Jeremy · 1 Comment 

Parzheen waited 5 years for a remedy, her surgery lasted a few hours, and her after-party will go on for a lifetime. Click on the video above to watch Parzheen’s journey from surgery to after-party!

Jeremy Courtney lives and loves in Iraq as a co-founder and Executive Director of the Preemptive Love Coalition. He's also the father of two spectacular children, and married to the lovely Jessica Courtney. When not absorbed in PLC work he can be found writing songs and singing about hope and future. Follow Jeremy on Twitter: @Jeremy_Courtney.

How I Went From Included To Invested In Waging Peace In Iraq | An Intern’s Perspective

July 11, 2011 by Anton · Comments Off 

The Road to Baghdad- taken on the journey from Southern Iraq to Baghdad during Remedy Mission V

The definition of the word include is to place in an aggregate, class, or category. Being included is easy. I can be included in a conversation by merely being present at the right time or place. I can be included on an email chain even if I have no desire to be. I can be included in a church body or an organization without so much as lifting a finger.

The definition of the word invest is to use, give, or devote (time, talent, etc.), as for a purpose or to achieve something.

The main difference between involve and invest is the outcome of the action. Many times I have been involved in a conversation and have never invested my opinions, thoughts, or attention to reaching any outcome, let alone a positive one.

Many people talk about peace in the Middle East as if it is just going to happen. I, myself, was a member of that group. I talked about it, but said nothing of how or in what way I could make a difference. We do this because it feels good to be included. People everywhere include themselves in one people group or cause in order to gain identity. But real identity grows out of investment. And investment grows out of involvement.

My personal investment in the promotion of peace in the Middle East grew out of my involvement with the Preemptive Love Coalition. I first became interested when I met Cody Fisher, and he told me about his passion for the Iraqi and Kurdish people and the work Preemptive Love does to promote peace between communities at odds.

My involvement grew as I learned more about them and heard of their summer internship program. It slowly turned into investment over the course of the next year beginning when I liked their Facebook page. It grew when I would occasionally repost something that they put up and tell my friends about this awesome non-profit. This investment was nurtured through prayer for peace, and began to blossom when I applied to the internship program.

Anton, a PLC intern, utilizes his graphic design knowledge to work on a PLC project.

Now I am even more invested in promoting peace and spreading love (through graphic design) to a people who have suffered brokenness and hate for generations. It is through this I am beginning to see my true identity. I see where I fit into the picture, and I’m excited to watch that picture come together.

I’ve now been in Iraq for 5 weeks working as a design intern for Preemptive Love, and I’m amazed to see how many people want this peace that we sometimes talk so flippantly about. The best part is that it isn’t the unachievable fantasy I used to believe in. All it takes is a little investment. A dollar here, a tweet or status update there. Involvement can grow fairly easily (and sometimes unbeknownst to us) into investment. For me it started with a conversation and developed into a commitment.

By reading this entire post, you’ve already been included. Why not take it a step further?

The Coalition does not exist without YOU. Together we are mending hearts. Together we are waging peace. Click “Donate Now!” and continue to INVEST in the future of Iraq.



PLC graphic design intern, Anton Warkentin. Anton Warkentin is a graphic design intern for PLC (‘11) from Chapman University in Orange, CA. He spends his days in the office working on PLC’s brand & identity, apparel, advertisements and much more, and he considers this work to be a fusion of his two great passions: design and serving GOD. A slightly less important fact about Anton: his fraternity’s mascot is a unicorn, which also happens to be his favorite animal.

The Surgery Was A Success! After Much Difficulty, Mohammed & His Mother Are Going Home!

July 10, 2011 by Alex · 1 Comment 

Mohammed, a young Iraqi boy, resting after receiving heart surgery in southern Iraq.

Mohammed – quite possibly one of the cutest kids in southern Iraq – is currently resting after his successful surgery!

On our last day at the hospital we found out that Mohammed has suffered through much more than a failing heart; just before he was born his father left their family, and his mother was left to raise him alone.

That’s a big deal in a region like southern Iraq. It’s not easy for a woman to take on that kind of responsibility alone, which is why I feel such respect for Mohammed’s mother.

Like so many single mothers, she worked hard to raise an amazing kid, and she helped get him to the place where his life could be saved.

So, as we near the end of Remedy Mission VI, we’re celebrating Mohammed’s successful surgery, but we can’t really celebrate his life without acknowledging the hero who has always stood behind him.

We’re excited that Mohammed’s heart is healing, and he can now grow into a man capable of caring for the woman who sacrificed so much for him.

So from Mohammed, his mother, and all of us – thanks for saving his life!

Mohammed laughs as his mother holds him.

Our Partners:
Iraqi Ministry of Health International Children's Heart Foundation Living Light International

Alex Phillips, a two-time PLC summer intern ('10 & '11), has invested his heart into the surgical and medicinal aid available to the children of Iraq, hoping to better understand the complicated ties between poverty and health. On his off days, Alex spends his time reading up on his field, listening to punk rock, riding his bike, and updating his Twitter: @_alexphillips.

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