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I arrived in Chicago during a presidential election year. I am a proud Trump supporter. I want him to be our next president. He will make America great and lead better than crooked Hillary and Lucifer Cruz. Hillary brings chaos. Cruz brings Armageddon.

I have been living in the Middle East for the past ten years. During Bush’s presidency, Iraq was at chaos. Under B. Hussein O’s Administration, six Islamic Arab countries are going through chaos currently. Hussein’s promise in Egypt to open a new chapter with the Muslim world led to opening a Pandora’s box. (so much for the Nobel Peace Prize) Our foreign policy is a disaster, but that is what is expected from a community leader.

America has become a large enterprise. It needs a stronger businessman and leader, and NOT a political prostitute who has been bought by lobbyists, interest groups, and corporations. It’s no different than paying a prostitute for sex. And a leader that has the boldness to call the enemy by its name – radical Islam.

What the people didn’t realize is that Trump is the definition of anti-fragile. The more the media tries to slaughter him, the stronger he gets. As Gandhi said, “First, they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”

Chicago was the first part of my trip, followed by Istanbul, Bangkok, and then Dubai before returning to Baghdad. I have many stories from my trips, but I’ve decided to share a story about my uncle, an Iraqi refugee’s service to America.

I had invited my uncle from San Jose to Chicago to spend a week at our house. My mother saw him for the first time in 25 years. Wars in Iraq separated us.

He is an Iraqi refugee who came to America legally. He was qualified to come to the United States, because he worked as a local Iraqi interpreter for the U.S. Army. He came with his wife and daughter leaving his other two kids to go to Sweden through illegal channels to obtain a safe heaven. They weren’t qualified to come to the U.S. with my uncle as a complete family due to an immigration law about being above 18 years old.

Having him and his wife in our house brought extra joy and double blessings. He shared many stories from his days with the U.S. Army. He took pride in his contribution.

Kennedy once quoted Gibran Khalil Gibran in his famous inaugural speech, “ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country”, from his book “The New Frontier”. Many Iraqi refugees who came to America served America before even becoming Americans.

They risked their lives working for the U.S. Embassy and U.S. Army during the civil war chaos. They protected American soldiers. They helped in the success of U.S. Army missions in which the Army couldn’t accomplish a mission without the aid of the interpreters. They endured public humiliation by being blamed as traitors. Some lost their loved ones. They continued serving America with loyalty and dignity.

As for my uncle, he started to work for the U.S. government more than 25 years ago. He was a driver for the former U.S. Ambassador to Iraq April Glaspie during Saddam’s regime. He was taken constantly to Iraqi Intelligence Service for investigation. She is well known for instigating the Iraq-Kuwait war. It’s wildly believed (my father still talk about it) that she gave the green light for Saddam to invade Kuwait when she told him, “We have no opinion on your Arab-Arab conflicts, such as your dispute with Kuwait.”

When the U.S. Army liberated Iraq from Saddam’s regime in 2003, he worked as a local interpreter for the army. He risked his life every single day. Al-Qaeda and Shi’a militia were killing every person who was found to be working and cooperating with Americans, Muslims or Christians. It didn’t matter.

Iraqi refugees’ path to the United States came at a high risk of being kidnapped or killed by terrorists. Each refugee has a story that will melt the prejudicial ice in America.

Stories connect us and build trust between us. Therefore if someone still has some prejudice toward Iraqis, I suggest asking him about his or her story. I am sure these people have done more for America than millions of Americans who live there.

I took my uncle and his wife on a tour of town down Chicago. I showed them, not Obama’s or Hillary’s tower, BUT the Trump’s tower rising high in the sky. She insisted to take a picture with the tower in the background. She was proud of it. She couldn’t wait to post it on Facebook.

Chicago Trump

YES…my uncle, along with many Iraqi refugees and hundreds of thousands of Iraqi Assyrians are supporter of Trump in California, Arizona, Texas, and Illinois.

It the end, I had an amazing time with my family.  I met my nephew Eli for the first time. I attended an Assyrian parade celebrating Assyrian New Year 6766. I took care of my 76 year-old father. But best of all was spending Easter with my family and uncle for the first time after many years.

My father and brother-in-law were taking me to O’Hair airport to catch my return flight to Istanbul. I was holding the tiny fingers of my six-week-old baby nephew. He was sleeping in his car seat.  We were sitting together in the backseat. I was looking at him thinking about my next visit – Istanbul.


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