Rachel Wahba

Me: “I wish we lived in Baghdad’s Jewish Quarter.” Mom: “What? The Jewish Quarter?” Raising her left eyebrow, “Are you crazy?” I was longing for her nightmare. Romanticizing the Jewish Quarter of Baghdad was the height of stupidity. “Booma” (unwise owl), she chided lovingly. Here we were, in California, in her San Francisco kitchen, with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge and I was talking about wanting to live where? Abu Sifain, the Jewish Quarter, was the last resort, should