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be answered and that his pure emotion would suffer a crisis that

s,oil it. In the same tone of entreaty he said, "Forget these

°e' oth the good and the bad ones. Your health is more imporneOl

..

ant now than anymmg else.

She patted his hand, as if asking for his affection and tenderness.

She whispered, "There are things I should have done. I haven't done

all that I should have for God. I wish I could live longer to make up

for some of the things I've neglected. But my hea has always been

full of hith, with God as my [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница witness."

As though defending both her and himself, he remarked, "The

heaa's everything. It's more important to God than fasting and

pyer."

She pressed his hand gratefully. Then she changed the direion of

the conversation. She told him welcomingly, "You've finally returned

to me. I didn't dare ask you to come till the illness brought me to the

state you see. I felt I was saying goodbye to life, and I couldn't bear

to leave it without seeing you. When I sent for you I was more afraid

of your refusal than of death itself. But you've had mercy on your

mother and [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница come to bid her farewell. So accept my thanks and my

prayers, which I hope God will heed."

He was deeply touched but did not know how to express his

feelings. Either because of his shyness or lack of practice, loving

words felt awkward and clumsy in his mouth whenever he tried

to address them to this woman, whom he had grown accustomed

to spurning and treating roughly. He discovered he could most ef

feaively

and sensitively express himself with his hand. He gently

pressed hers and mumbled, "May our Lord make your destiny a safe

0e."

Sh kept referring back to the idea expressed in her previous state

ment [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница,

repeating the same words or finding other ways to put it. She

paced her conversation by swallowing with noticeable difficulty or

by falling silent for sho periods while she caught her breath. or

this reason, he repeatedly implored her to refrain from talking, but

she would smile to cut him off and then continue her conversation.

She Stopped as her face showed she had ust thought of something

siificant. She asked, "Have you gotten married"

He raised his eyebrows in embarrassment and blushed but she

isinterpreted his reaction and hastened to apologize: "I'm not

set Of ourse, [ would have liked to see your wife [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница and children,

hat it's enough for me to know you're happy."


Naguib Ma/fou

He could not keep himself from responding tersely, "I'm not mar.

tied anymore. I got divorced about a month ago."

For the first time he noticed an interested look in her eyes. Ifthe

had still been able to sparkle they would have, but a dreamy

emanated from them as though coming through a thick curtain, one

murmured, "You're divorced, son .... How sorry I am."

He quickly replied, "Don't be sorry. I'm not sorry or sad." He

smiled and continued: "She left. Good riddance [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница."

But she asked sadly, "Who chose her for you . .. him or her?."

In a manner that suggested he wished to close the door on

subject, he answered, "God chose her. Everything's fated and destined."

"I

know that, but who chose her for you? Was it your

mother?"

"Oh no. My father chose her. There was nothing wrong with his

choice. She was from a good family. It was just a question of fate

and destiny, as I said."

"Fate, destiny, and your father's choice," she observed coldly.

"That's what it was["

After a short pause she asked, "Pregnant?"

"Yes .... "

She [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница sighed and commented: "May God make your father's life

difficult."

He deliberately allowed her remark to go unchallenged, as though



it were a sore that might not itch anymore if he did not scratch it.

They were both silent. The woman closed her eyes from fatigue but

soon opened them and smiled at him. She asked him in a tender

voice, with no edge of emotion to it, "Do you think you can forget

the past?"

He lowered his eyes and shuddered, feeling an almost irresistil

urge to flee. He implored her, "Don't go back over the past. Let tt

depart, never to return."

Perhaps his heart [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница did not mean it, but his tongue had found t

right thing to say. The statement may even have accurately expressed

his feeling at the moment, when he was totally absorbed by the current

situation. His phrase, "Let it depart, never to return," may have

sounded odd to his ears and heart, leaving anxiety in its wake, but

he refused to ponder it. He fled from ath.at.su..b!ect and clung to his

sincere emotion, which he had beenuetctn,,,,,ed not to relinquish

from the beginning.


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His mother asked again, "Do you love your mother the way you

did in the happy days?"

patting [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница her hand, he replied, "I love her and pray for her safety."

lie soon found himself richly repaid for his a.nxiety and inner

struggle by the look of peace and deep contentment that spread over

her withered face. He felt her hand squeeze his, as though to tell him

of the gratitude she felt. They exchanged a long, dreamy, calm, smiling

look that radiated an ambiance of reassurance, affection, and sorrow

throughout the room. She no longer seemed to want to talk or

perhaps it was too much effort for her. Her eyelids slowly drooped

until they closed. He looked at her questioningly but [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница did not move.

Then her lips opened a little and a delicate, recurrent snoring could

be heard.

He sat up straight and scrutinized her face. Then he closed his eyes

for a bit while he conjured up the image of her other face with which

she had looked at him the year before. He felt depressed, and the fear

that had dogged him on his way over returned. Would he ever be

permitted to see this face again? With what emotions would he encounter

her if he returned? He did not know. He did not want to try

to picture what lay in the world of the [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница unknown, the future. He

wanted his mind to stop and to follow events, not to try to anticipate

them. He was afflicted by fear and anxiety. It was strange ... he had

wanted to flee when he was listening to her talk, so much that he

had thought he would be relieved if she fell asleep, but now that he

was alone he felt afraid. He did not know why. He wished she would

wake up from her nap and start talking again. How long should he

wait?... Suppose she stayed sound asleep until morning? He could

not spend that much time at the mercy of fear and [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница anxiety. He had

to set a limit to his pains The next day or the day after that

congratulations or condolences would be in order. Congratulations

or condolences?... Which would he prefer? The uncertainty had to

end. "Whether it's congratulations," he thought, "or condolences, I

mustn't anticipate events. The most that can be said is that if we are

fated to part now, we've parted friends. It will be a good ending to

a bad life. But if God prolongs her life..."

While his mind wandered, his glance roamed about, until his eyes

fell on the mirror of the wardrobe that stood opposite [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница him. He could

th .tsee reflected in it the bed with his mother's body stretched out under

if°anket and he saw himself, almost blocking from view the upper

f his mother except for her hand, which she had removed from


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the covers when she welcomed him. He gazed at it affectionately and

placed it under the covers, which he arranged carefully around hq

neck. Then he looked back at the mirror. It occurred to him that this

mirror might reflect the image of an empty bed by the next day.

life, in fact anyone's life, was no more permanent than [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница these visiot

in the mirror. He felt even more afraid and whispered to himself,

"I've got to limit my pains I've got to go." Leaving the mirror,

his eyes moved around until they fell upon a table with a water pipe

on it. The flexible tube was wound around the neck of the pipe like

a snake, lie looked at it with astonishment and disbelief, at once

replaced by a raging feeling of disgust and anger. That man! ... No

doubt he was the owner of this pipe. He imagined the man sitting

cross-legged on the-sofa between the bed and the table, slumped [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница over

the pipe, inhaling and exhaling with pleasure as Yasin's mother

fanned its coals for him. Oh ... where was he? Somewhere in the

house or outside? ... Had the man seen him from some concealed

spot? He could not bear to stay any longer with the water pipe. He

cast a final look at his mother and found her fast asleep. He gently

got up and went to the door. Seeing the servant in the outer hall, he

told her, "Your mistress has fallen asleep. I'll return tomorrow morning."

At the door of the apartment he turned to say once more, "Tomorrow

morning." He seemed to [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница want to warn the man about the

time so he could keep out of sight.

He headed straight for Costaki's bar. He drank as usual, but it did

not cheer him up. He was unable to dispel the fear and anxiety from

his heart. Although dreams of his mother's fortune and the comfort

it would provide him did not leave his mind, he was unable m erase

from his memory the image of sickness and ideas of annihilation.

When he got home at midnight he found his stepmother waiting

for him on the first floor. He looked at her in surprise [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница. Then with his

heart pounding he asked, "My mother?"

Amina hid her face and said in a soft voice, "A messenger from

Palace of Desire Alley came an hour before you returned. Have long life, son."


Kamal's association with the British developed into a mutual friendship.

Citing Yasin's misadventure in the mosque of al-Husayn, the

family attempted to persuade the boy to sever his relations with these

friends, but he protested that he was young, too young to be accused

of spying. To keep them from stopping him, he went directly to the

encampment when he got back from school, leaving his book [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница bag

with Umm Hanafi. There was no way to prevent him except by force,

which they did not think appropriate, especially since he was having

such a good time in the camp, directly under their eyes, and was

welcomed and treated generously wherever he went. Even Fahmy

showed forbearance and amused himself by watching Kamal move

among the soldiers like a "monkey playing in the jungle."

"Tell al-Sayyid Ahmad," Umm Hanafi suggested once when complaining

that the soldiers were fresh with her because of the accursed

friendship and that some of them had mimicked the way she walked.

For that reason, they deserved "to have [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница their heads cut off." No one

took her suggestion seriously, not merely out of consideration for the

boy but to spare themselves too, fearing an investigation would reveal

that they had concealed this friendship for a long time. They let

the boy and his concerns alone. They may also have hoped that the

reciprocal good feelings between the boy and the soldiers would protect

the rest of them from interference or injury they might otherwise

expect from the soldiers when members of the family came and went.

The happiest times of Kamal's day were those inside the encampment.

Not all the soldiers were his friends [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница in the ordinary sense of

the Word, but they all knew him. He would shake hands with his

special friends, pressing their hands warmly, but limit himself to a

salute for the others. When his arrival coincided with the sentry duty

of One of his friends, the boy ran up to him cheerfully and happily,

putting out his hand, only to be shocked to find that the soldier

remained curiously and disturbingly rigid, as though snubbing Kamal

or as though he had turned into a statue. The boy only realized this

Was not the case when the others burst out lughing.

It Was not unusual for the alarm [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница siren to sound suddenly when he


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was with his friends. They would rush to their tents, returni

shortly in their uniforms and helmets and carrying their rifles. A tru

would be brought out from behind the cistern building. The solders

would quickly jump into it, until it was packed full. He would realize

from the scene in front of him that a demonstration had broken

somewhere and that the soldiers were going to break it up. Fightir o

would certainly flare up between them and the demonstrators. The

only thing that concerned him at these times was to keep sight

friends until he saw them packed [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница into the truck. He would gaze at

them, as though bidding them farewell. When they headed off for alNahhasin,

he would spread out his hands to pray for their safety and

to recite the opening sura of the Qur'an.

He only spent half an hour each afternoon at the camp. That was

the longest he could absent himself from home when he got back

from school. During that half hour, all his senses were on the alert

every minute. He prowled around the tents and trucks, which he

inspected piece by piece. Standing in front of the pyramids of rifles,

he examined them [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница in detail, especially the barrel muzzles where death

lurked. He was not permitted to get too close to them and suffered

terribly because he wanted to play with them or at least touch them.

If his visit coincided with teatime, he went with his friends to the

field kitchen set up at the entrance to Qirmiz Alley and took his place

at the end of the "tea queue," as they called it. Then he would return

behind them with a cup of tea and milk and a piece of chocolate.

They would sit on the wall of the fountain to drink their tea. Th

soldiers [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница all sang while he listened with interest, waiting for his tun

to perform.

The life of the camp made a deep impression on him, giving at

all-encompassing vividness to his flights of imagination and dreams

that were engraved in his heart alongside Amina's legends and

counts of the world of mysteries and Yasin's stories and their magica

universe, to which Kamal added the phantoms and visions of hi,

daydreams about the lives of ants, sparrows, and chickens, whic

occupied his mind when he was on the roof surrounded by sprigs

jasmine, hyacinth beans, and pots of flowers. From this inspiratior

he created a [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница military encampment, completely equipped and staffed

to the wall separating their roof from Maryam's. He erected tents

wooden clogs, and the soldiers date pits. Near the army camp laeJ

demonstrators, represented by pebbles. He usually began the pertor


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nce by distributing the pits in groups, some in the tents or by the

eotraces, others around the rifles. To one side there were four pits

su-rounding a pebble that stood for himself.

First he imitated the English style of singing. Then it was time for

the pebble to sing "Visit me once each year" or "O Darling." He

¢ou1¢t move over to the pebbles and [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница arrange them in rows as he

shouted, "Long live the Nation Down with the Protectorate ....

Long live Sa'd." Returning to the camp and giving a warning whistle,

he organized the pits in columns, putting a date at the head of each

one. He moved a clog as he huffed to imitate the truck's drone. After

putting pits on the dog he shoved it toward the pebbles. The battle

ould break out, and many victims would fall on both sides. He did

not allow his personal feelings to influence the course of the battle,

at least not at the beginning or even midway through [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница it. His single

dominant desire was to make the battle authentic and thrilling. Both

sides sould struggle, pushing and pulling to try to maintain an equal

number of casualties. The outcome would remain in doubt as the

advantage passed back and forth, but eventually the battle would

have to end. Then Kamal would find himself in an awkward position.

Which side should win? His four friends, headed by Julian, were on

one side, but on the other side were the Egyptian demonstrators with

whom Fahmy was deeply involved emotionally. In the final moment

the victory would be accorded to the demonstrators. The truck would

withdraw with the [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница few remaining soldiers, including his four friends.

One time the battle ended with an honorable armistice, which warriors

from both sides celebrated in song at a table set with teacups

and different types of sweets.

Julian was his favorite, distinguished from the others by his good

looks, gentle temperament, and greater skill in speaking Arabic. He

was the one who had issued Kamal a standing invitation to tea. He

was also the soldier most touched by Kamal's singing. Almost every

day he would ask to hear "O Darling." He would follow the words

with interest. Then he would murmur with heartfelt homesickness,

"I' g [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница°ing home to my country I'm going home."

vaal appreciated the man's sensitivity and it made him like the

soldier all the more. He felt comfortable enough to tell him once quite

usly that the way to escape from his distress was to "return Sa'd

l,.a. and go back to your country."

haul*an. .d,d not receive this suggestion with the good humor Kamal

' ante,pated. To the contrary, he asked the bey, as he had before


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in comparable circumstances, not to mention Sa'd Pasha. In Engl

he said, "Sa'd Pasha... no[" Thus failed the "first [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница Egyptian negoti.

ator," as Yasin dubbed Kamal.

The boy was surprised one day to have one of his friends pres

him with a caricature he had drawn of him. Kamal loked at it

astonishment and alarm, observing to himself, "My picture? ...

isn't my picture." Deep inside, he felt it did look like him and no one

else. He looked up at the men standing around him and found th

were laughing. He realized it was a joke and that he should accept

with pleasure. He laughed along with them to hide his embarrass.

ment.

When Fahmy looked at it, he studied the [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница portrait of Kamal wi

amazement. Then he said, "O Lord, this picture omits none of your defects and exaggerates them ... the small, skinny body, the long,

scrawny neck, the large nose, the huge head, and the tiny eyes."

Laughing, he continued: "The only thing your 'friend' seems to admire

is your neat, elegant suit, and that's no fault of yours. All the

credit belongs to Mother, who takes such superb care of everything

in the house."

With a gloating look, Fahmy told his little brother, "It's clear what

the secret of their fondness for you is .... They like to laugh at your

appearance and foppishness [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница. To put it plainly, you're nothing but a

comic puppet to them. What have you gained from your treachery?"

Fahmy's rebuke had no impact on the boy, because he understood

how hostile Fahmy was to the English. He thought his brother was

plotting to separate him from them.

One day he arrived at the encampment as usual and saw Julian at

the far wall of the cistern building looking with interest at the alley

where the residence of the late Mr. Muhammad Ridwan was situated.

Kamal went toward him and noticed that Julian was waving his hand

with a gesture the [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница boy did not understand. Kamal stopped, obeying

an instinctive feeling he could not exolain His curiosity tempted,hina

to detour around the tents erected in front of the cistern. He

behind Julian and looked in the same direction. There he saw a small

window in a wing of the Ridwan family residence which blocked

the short alley. Maryam's smiling and responsive face could

plainly seen there. Stunned, Kamal stood looking back and forth between

the soldier and the girl, almost refusing to believe his eyeS.

How could Maryam have dared to appear at the window? lq

could she show herself to Julian in this shameless way? He [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница was

ing and she was smiling .... Yes, the smile was still evident on her


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lips

.... Her eyes were so busy looking at the soldier that she was

oot

aware of Kamal's presence. He accidentally moved and attracted

Julian'S attention. The soldier burst into laughter when he saw the

-din- behind him and made some remarks that sounded like

boy sta ,

stoberish to Kamal. Maryam, clearly terrified, retreated at breakneck

Kamal stared in a daze at the soldier. The way Maryam had

'hi increased his suspicions, although the whole affair seemed

fled Y

extremely mysterious to him.

Julian asked him affectionately, "Do you know her?"

Karnal nodded his head in [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница the affirmative and. said nothing. Julian

went off for a few minutes, returning with a large parcel, which he

presented to Kamal, telling him as he pointed toward Maryam's

house, "Take it to her."

Kamal jumped back with alarm. He shook his head from side to

side stubbornly. That incident lingered in his mind, and although he

sensed from the beginning that it was serious, he did not realize just

how serious it was until he told the story at the evening coffee hour.

Amina sat up straight, drawing away from him, with the coffee cup

still in her hand, not bringing it to [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница her lips or putting it back on the

tray. Fahmy and Yasin raced over from their sofa to the one shared

by the mother and Kamal and began to stare at him with unexpected

interest, astonishment, and alarm.

Swallowing, Amina said, "Did you really see that?... Didn't your

eyes deceive you?"

Fahmy grumbled, "Maryam? ... Maryam[ ... Do you know for

certain who it was?"

Yasin asked, "Was he gesturing to her and was she smiling back

at him? ... Did you really see her smile?"

Replacing her cup on the tray and leaning her head on her hand,

Amina said in a threatening voice, "Kamal! Lying about a [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница matter like

this is a crime God will not forgive. Think carefully, son Didn't

you exaggerate something?"

Kamal swore his weightiest oaths. Fahmy commented with bitter

des ai " ,

,. p r, He s not lying. No sensible person would accuse him of

--.- ,ur*g-ab'°ut th,s. Don't yo, see that a person his age wouldn't be

nvent such a story?

The mother asked in a sad voice, "But how is it possible for me

to believe him?"

be tho.ugh to himself, Fahmy observed, "Yes, how is it possible to

eve him?...,, Then in a serious voice he added [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница, "But it happened

"' happened ... happened."


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Nagut' Mahfou:(.

The word sank into him like a dagger. When he repeated it, he

seemed to be deliberately stabbing himself. It was true that events

had distracted him from Maryam and that her memory appeared only

at the edges of his daydreams, but this blow to her reputation struck

deep into his heart. He was dazed, dazed, dazed, not knowin

whether he had forgotten her or not, whether he loved or hated h

was angry out of a sense of honor or iealousy He was a dry

caught up in a howling storm.

"How can I believe him? ... My trust in Maryam has [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница been like

mine for Khadiia or Aisha for such a long time. Her mother is a

virtuous woman. Her father, may God let him rest in peace, was a

fine man ... neighbors for a lifetime, excellent neighbors .... "

Yasin, who had seemed lost in thought all the while, replied in a

tone not innocent of sarcasm, "Why are you surprised? ... Since

ancient times, God has created evil people from the loins of pious

ones."

Amina, as though refusing to believe that she had been taken

for such a long time, protested, "With God as my witness, I've never

observed anything discreditable about her."

Yasin agreed cautiously [Note to readers: This is a raw, unchecked and unprocessed OCR product. As such it requires a thorough and meticulous proof-read, which should incorporate the excision of all vestigial page-titles 41 страница: "Nor has any of us, not even Khadiia, the

supreme faultfinder. People far more clever than either of us have

been deceived about her."

Fahmy cried out in anguish, "How can I penetrate the world of

mysteries? It's a matter that defies the imagination." He was boiling

with anger at Yasin. Then it seemed to him that everyone was hateful:

the English and the Egyptians in equal measure.., men and

women, but especially women. He was choking. He longed to disappear

and be alone to inhale a breath of relief, but he stayed where

he was, as though tied down with heavy ropes.

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"When Julian turned toward me."

"And then she fled from the window?"

"Yes."

"Did she notice that you saw her?"

"Our eyes met for a moment."

Yasin said sarcastically, "The poor dear! . .. No doubt she's imag"

ining our gathering now and our distressing conversation."

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