Of all the children we could see in Iraq this week, there was one that I requested: Parwa.
Two and a half years ago, when I arrived in Israel as a foreign exchange student, I was a hurting person. Lonely. Confused. Angry. Disaffected. Fresh off breaking my neck and neurosurgery, when I heard about Shevet Achim, I felt an immediate sympathy for the heart patients. Plus, ever since I was one, children have brought me joy.
So I showed up at 29 Prophets Street one day, and here was this girl, Parwa, age six, from northern Iraq. Precocious, sensitive, playful, artistic, and adorable: big brown eyes, a beauty mark on her right cheek, and a smile full of baby teeth. Over the course of the semester, between classes, research papers, and field studies, the time I spent with this little girl reinvented for me the possibility of