Posts Tagged ‘Intersections International’

Resettled

Saturday, October 10th, 2009

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An Iraqi family waiting for final approval for resettlement to the United States, Amman, Jordan.  Amir worked in Iraq for USAID for several years.  After serious threats against his wife and family, he spoke to his boss who transferred him to USAID’s office in Amman where he worked for two years.  For Amir and his family, after his being accused of collaborating with the foreign invaders, a return to Iraq would mean certain death.  Several years later, the family is still awaiting resettlement and has promises that it will come soon.  Insh’allah.

Music As Medicine – The Power of Laughter, Love, Story and Song

Saturday, October 10th, 2009

Music is my medicine
It heals my aching body
Soothes my shattered heart
helps my soul to fly…
Dance is my muse, makes my unheard voice seen,
Gives my pain wings, gives me back my identity.
The joy of singing
My exultation to the heavens above,
Lets my spirit soar & reminds me of who I am
When I sing my ancestor song.
There are too few words to truly express how I feel
So I shape my being into these gifts of art
& share my hope-filled love
Through my message drummed into the earth –
I want my life
I want my love
I want my heart
I want my home

Inspired by the stories of Iraqi refugees

1_handssmallThese are just some of the sentiments that we have gathered from the many stories shared with us from the Iraqi refugee families that we have met.  All of them have been poignant.  All painful.  All waiting…hoping…wishing for home – to start life again in a place that offers the promise of peace & tranquility as well as a means to care for themselves and their families – if they still have one.

Yet through these stifled voices, I heard most loudly the deafening silence from the children.  The ones that are seen but never heard.  The ones often asked, no required, to forego school either because they need to work to bring home money for the family, or because they must remain in hiding so that they would not be found, kidnapped, and persecuted again.

It was the speechless, somber children that met me at the start of each and every workshop I gave, their large beautiful eyes staring and wondering who this new person was with the strange clothes and curious hair…but gratefully, they gave me a chance – and their silence quickly turned to cacophonous song and belly-filled laughter through the universal therapeutic heart-opening power and blessing of music, dance, play & song.

1_eyes3smallThese beautiful souls just starting out on this life journey – all of whom have seen and heard atrocities I cannot even begin to imagine – these are the ones that slowly began to smile from ear to ear as they merrily played the drum with me, giggled when we danced the hokey pokey, and cackled uproariously when we tried with all of our might to learn from them how to say drum, shaker, bells, eggplant, & pumpkin in Arabic.

1_eyesncutssmallThese sweet little ones are the key to keeping this culture alive.  They are the ones that hold the delicate thread of their ancestry, their traditions, and their culture, and although many of them have yet to receive these gifts because it is too painful for their parents to recount, they still carry the desire to play, laugh, learn, & mostly – LOVE.

1-happy drum smallAs our music & dance workshop with the kids at the health clinic came to a close today, I heard them continuing to sing the songs that they had learned with eager ease. All of the parents and the clinic social workers were amazed at the way that all of them stayed so attentive and  joyful – particularly one child in a wheelchair, who normally remains disengaged due to his physical condition, but bounced and rocked with glee today as we all danced around him, gave him instruments to play, and included him in the fun.

1_happykidsfullsmallAll in all, to quote my colleague Eduardo Vargas, one of the co-directors of this trip, “No matter what else happens today, the smiles alone on the faces of these children, makes it a mighty fine day”.

Never truer words were spoken.  Shukran.

Poetry, Torture and Love

Saturday, October 10th, 2009


Centre for Rehabilitation of Victims of Violence and Torture, “Restart” offers specialized services for victims of torture and their families in Beirut, Lebanon. The IVAP team visited with four Iraqi torture victims and listened to their stories of pain and grace.

Dreams of a Refugee Pianist

Friday, October 9th, 2009

Part of what happens when you bring a group of artists to speak to refugees (or really to speak to anyone), is that the subject of art comes up. When people hear that we are artists, they tend to start telling us about the art that they know and love. There stories begin to be told on the level of music and dance, picture and sound. Last Wednesday was no exception.

Caritas Home Visit

Thursday, October 8th, 2009

The IVAP team followed a Caritas social worker on a home visit with an Iraqi refugee family living in Saida. Caritas Lebanon is a member of Caritas Internationalis, a worldwide confederation which figures among the worlds largest humanitarian networks.

Stéphane Jaquemet, UN Regional Representative

Thursday, October 8th, 2009

The IVAP team met with Stéphane Jaquemet, United Nations Regional Representative in Beirut to talk about issues relating to the resettlement of Iraqi refugees.

Mourning into Dancing

Thursday, October 8th, 2009

Laughter, tears and dancing mark a Iraqi Voices Amplification Project Team visit with Iraqi refugee families in Beirut, Lebanon.

Reflections

Monday, October 5th, 2009

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Today, the IVAP group split up into smaller teams  to do in-depth interviews with Iraqi refugees. Most of the discussions were held in the Iraqis’ actual homes.

These were moving, poignant experiences. My group met with two parents and their four young children. They fled Iraq after the father was threatened several times.

Then, we visited with a mother of four children. Her young son was kidnapped and held for ransom. Her husband is missing – and presumably dead.

Next, we met a 53-year-old mother of four. She had one son flee Iraq – only to have her second son kidnapped, tortured and mutilated.

woman shows picturesFinally, we talked with that woman’s sister. She still lives in Baghdad but is staying in Lebanon to undergo cancer treatments.

Each story was different and — to some degree — horrifying. But there were common themes that ran through each of them.

Their only hopes for the future are very base and primal: to be safe. To have stability in their lives. No talk about happiness or success.

They have very little desire to return to Iraq. They basically want to go wherever their families are, be it Australia, Sweden or the US. I guess home really is where the heart is.

All of their situations are the result of the chaos that is Iraq. Surprisingly, they were not universally critical of or angry at the US, but I suspect they may have just been saying that to a roomful of Americans.

Tomorrow, we go again.

Ancient Byblos

Monday, October 5th, 2009

Byblos is an ancient city just north of Beirut. It is believed by many to be the oldest continuously-inhabited city in the world. It is was also a great place for the IVAP team to get a sense of the historical depth that is woven into the fabric of the Middle East.

Bus Rides and Song

Sunday, October 4th, 2009


Members of the Iraqi Voices Amplification Project took a bus ride up to a mountain retreat and spent the day singing and dancing with 60 Iraqi refugee children