Search
Dad and the Egyptian consul were friends. Of course they were. Both loved their Egypt, loved giggling over uniquely silly Egyptian jokes, smoking their cigarettes as elegantly as Bogart in Casablanca. Playing backgammon while Umm Kultoum seduced from the gramophone. A bit of Cairo entered their hearts in Bombay, India. They were friends, these twenty-something Egyptian guys in their snappy sharkskin suits. The Wahbas were deeply rooted in Egypt originally as peasants. They once populated a village so heavily it was known to the locals as “KfarWahba.” One afternoon the Consul was moved to exclaim, “Moussa, you are more Egyptian than I!” With unbridled pride Dad repeated this story so many tim
