Asian Cup Craze
Do you remember the crazy celebrations, cheering, and dancing that swept across Korea, LA, New York, DC, and tons of other places?
Then you'll understand half of what went on here in Iraq last Sunday, July 29th.
I say half because yes, when the Iraqi soccer team won, the entire country erupted in cheering and dancing. The pride that swelled up in me, giving me goosebumps back in 2002 was swelling inside millions of people across Iraq. But there was something deeper in their pride.
It wasn't just the soldiers who were able to publicly celebrate... EVERYONE came out. Men and women; adults and children; everyone poured into the streets, crying, cheering, praising, and dancing. They ran around with their faces and bodies painted with the national colors. Thousands of others jumped and danced, waving the Iraqi flag... without fear.

No one cared. Everyone just came out, dancing wildly all day....

And when it finally got dark, the street cafes and tea shops opened their doors. The hookahs were brought out and everyone drank tea through the night.
It was pure joy... it was true "jubilee". I can't even come close to describing it except to compare it to the World Cup craze back in 2002. Except this time, in 2007, it was Iraq -- a country where soccer teams would get their feet beaten to a pulp and flayed until there was no flesh left... just because they lost a match. A country that was finally able to send a team with freedom and pride, not oppression and fear.
It was as if the soccer team was a part of everyone here. The moment they won, the entire country came together. Not a single fear of insurgents and IEDs. Not a bit of hatred for Shiites or Sunnis. If you say these Iraqis can't live with each other, you should have been here on the Iraqi streets last Sunday. We have a while to go, but I've seen it with my own eyes:

Peace IS possible.