Growing up in Pakistan until my late teens, I never encountered a Jewish person. My passport permitted me to travel the world, but not to Israel, and so my intrigue at my first encounter with a Jewish person when I was in my twenties in New York was palpable. It was reciprocated, as he had never met a Muslim socially, but he was nevertheless taken aback by how little I knew of the Holocaust and Jewish history. I picked up a copy of Primo Levi’s account of surviving Auschwitz, If This is a Man, which began my education about people...