Filed by David Hartman Little three year old Hawraa and her father started their day Monday at 7 AM. They knew it would be a day like none other they had ever experienced. Many new faces and uncertain circumstances awaited them. They were in a foreign land (Jordan) and had been for nearly a week; separated from family and living with strangers that since their arrival had become familiar hosts and housemates. Today was different in that it started out inside the unfamiliar walls of an apartment they had been transferred to the day before in yet another foreign city, Amman. There they had been introduced to a man they only knew as Tim, an American and a fellow laborer with Shevet Achim.
Today was scheduled as the day they were to be transferred to yet another country and yet another living quarters unfamiliar and filled with strangers. Yet they had developed a trust in those that were orchestrating their steps in a way that even they did not totally understand, but knew was in their best interest.
As they headed for the border crossing this afternoon, they were encompassed and left disabled in their progress by the snarling and seemingly unmerciful traffic of Amman. Hours passed and a trip that should have taken two hours stretched into four, straining the attention span of this little girl.
After what seemed like an eternity of time in the taxi, they reached the border. It had been over nine hours now and as they exited the car and as their gaze became fixed on the stately-looking building before them, the thoughts began to enter their mind of what bureaucratic hurdles lay ahead of them. They were soon to find out.
The Jordanian officials were cordial yet professional, and without too much difficulty they found themselves progressing much more swiftly than the taxi experience had been. In a relatively short time they and their escort Tim mounted the bus that would transport them to the other side of the border crossing into a land they had never been to before, Israel. A land filled with unknowns and yet a land filled with hope as it was where Hawraa was to have her open heart surgery at the hands of doctors that were oftentimes in her own land of Iraq called the enemy. These doctors were Jewish and Hawraa and her father, Arabic. However, these same doctors are providing their services of hope for free to this family and little Hawraa in hopes they could save her life. Truly, they were reaching out to those without hope no matter who they were or what they represented.
After over three hours on the border crossing and many telephone calls later, they were allowed to pass into the country that held such promises for them. They were met by another two men (myself and Save a Child's Heart volunteer Jonah Mink), men that they had never seen before, and were relinquished by Tim, a man that had proven himself an invaluable traveling companion to them throughout this long, yet now seemingly successful day. But although the sun had set several hours before and the light had succumbed to the darkness of night, their day had yet another sequence yet to be unveiled. Now awaiting them in the darkness was a van, the one these two men had driven to the border. The last minute goodbyes to their new found friend Tim now were replaced with the anxieties of a two hour trip through the darkness in a country totally unfamiliar in the possession of these two new strangers.
Soon after this leg of the journey began, Hawraa quickly fell asleep. Sensing her relaxed concern in these new surroundings, her father himself felt that peace and reassurance that caused him to sit back, putting his full trust in these men whose faces were only seen for the first time less than half an hour before.
As the van followed the winding yet smooth roadways towards its intended destination on the opposite side of the nation of Israel, the conversation, although often times unintelligible, brought peace that comforted the heart of this Iraqi father and before it seemed to be possible the building that was to be their new home for the next 4-5 weeks was next to the van, providing yet another opportunity to see even more new faces and experience numerous unfamiliar surroundings.
After receiving their room and orientation (and relaxing with a cool drink--see photo below), we two men dismissed ourselves. We were headed to our respective homes as well, knowing that not only we, but this new couple would have ahead of them the very next morning the new challenge of preparing for heart surgery and preliminary tests awaiting them at the hospital. Truly, a new day is awaiting them, far different than any they have either ever seen before. However, the peace…it is still there, as was the much needed and welcomed bed and sleep. It had only taken 14 hours to accomplish!!
Tomorrow – Facing the Doctors and Submission to their Tests
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