Why I Wrote Chaldean Storyteller in Baghdad: The Story Behind My Newest Book
There is a suitcase in my memory that never gets old. It arrived at our small concrete house in Baghdad when I was a little girl. It came from America, filled with toys and clothes, and inside it was my very first doll – nearly as tall and wide as I was. I remember wanting to touch her, to remove the clear plastic that sealed her like a treasure behind glass. But someone quickly sealed it again…













