Iraqi flatbread

My parents were visited by three Iraqi refugees living at the local reception center: a girl who went to school in the elementary school my parents have been volunteering in, my mother, and a man who has helped at the school as a interpreter. I helped out as an English interpreter.  It was great to meet them and talk with them. We ate some delicious food they'de brought along: chicken and this Iraqi flatbread. I think they call it Khubz.