Baghdad Dispatch: Midnight Company
It was around midnight and we were gathered around the fire in the backyard when we heard someone talking in English in the street.
Go see what that was, Mohammed told me.
I approached the front door and peeked into the street, a number of Humvees were there. I returned to the group and told them we might have some company.
Almost every Friday night we gather with some friends for drinks and a barbecue. We all take turns hosting the nights: yesterday was our turn.
I went to the living room where my father was having a heated political debate with a friend and told them the house was likely to be searched. The two men stopped talking, looked at me carelessly for a second and then resumed their loud debate.
I went back to tend the fish we were preparing for our Masgoof dinner and then heard the front door open and a flashlight beamed into the driveway. I walked to meet the night visitors; 6 or 7 American soldiers and an Iraqi translator wearing a black ski mask walked in.
"Good evening gentlemen, how can I help you?"
"Hi, that's a lot of cars you got here! Are they all yours," the lead soldier said, obviously suspicious about the number of cars we had in the driveway.
"That one is ours, the rest belong to our friends." I explained that we had guests and that they were going to spend the night here to avoid the curfew.
As I was speaking, two of the soldiers were using the lights on their rifles to look into the cars through the glass.
"Who are those people back there?"
"Those are our friends and my brothers," I said as I led the way into the back yard.
The Iraqis and Americans exchanged words of greetings.
The soldiers began to feel a bit relaxed at this point, seeing the relaxed friendly mood, the barbecue and the drinks in Iraqis' hands.
"That's a large fish! Looks good!" One soldier noted.
"There's enough food and drinks for all of us here, please join us," said one of my friends.
"Nah, we can't do that. Thanks anyway."
We know the Americans were on duty and had a job to do so we didn't repeat the offer, violating the tribal Iraqi tradition of persistently offering food.
One of the soldiers asked for the keys to the cars and he and his colleague started checking them one after the other. I led three others into the house showing them the rooms explaining what each one was. When we entered the living room they were surprised to see 4 laptops scattered around.
"What are these for?"
"One's mine, the other is my brother's and the rest are our friends," I said, explaining that our friends always bring their laptops with them when they come because they can use our wi-fi.
"My brother and I are bloggers, our friends work in the computing industry," I added.
"Ah, you got wireless! I should bring my laptop too next time I come here," one of the soldiers joked.
We went up to the second floor, then to the roof. They looked around and around, opened a few drawers, asked if we had any weapons. I told them we didn't have any.
"That's fine, no problem."
Within 20 minutes the soldiers had completely searched the house and by then they seemed convinced that this household was 'clean'. So we all went back to the back yard and gathered around the tasty-smelling fish. We all had some short friendly talk about food, booze, the city, the war, the internet, etc.
At the end we stood together and took some pictures.
"These are bloggers, dude; cover your face if you don't want to be seen nude on the internet tomorrow!" one soldier said to his colleague as I snapped this photo, and we all chuckled.
And I know what you're thinking; Mohammed and I do not appear in this one.
The Americans and Iraqis shook hands and exchanged take cares and stay safes. They went on to continue their patrol, and we went back to our fish. Some of us will definitely have a joke or a short story to tell from this night, I thought.
I realize that for some other Iraqis having their homes searched wasn't as smooth or as pleasant an experience as ours but this is my story and I thought I'd share it.
Omar Fadhil is Baghdad editor for PJM; he also blogs at Iraq The Model
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