I never visited.
My mother married an Iraqi refugee in 1982. He told of terrible atrocities; that is why he came to the USA. He then brought his whole family over. His mother, sister, brother-in-law, cousins, the whole group.
He was a "christian"....what ever that meant to him. He beat the crap out of my mother for two years, wanted her to support him, yet not work (she is not a Hilton), and bear children. She was 40, he was 30.
Regardless, I got first hand information on Iraq. The problems with Iran were still in the national psyche, so Iraq got little attention. I was in college and had a class called "Middle Eastern Studies". The prof met with my step father to get information on Iraq he could teach the class.
Zaia, my step-father, told of torture and beatings if young men (his age) did not join the army or the Baath party. Since we were JWs, not joining a political party seemed logical and a reason to leave.
Until the Gulf War, I never really thought about what he and his family went through. They fled Iraq through Turkey.