Riyad asked, 'How could breaking off with her have seeined so trivial to you after you had been talking of her as the girl of your dreams?' She was not the girl of his dreams, for that girl would never have come to him.
Finally Riyad told Kamal, 'You won't be thirty-six much longer. After that, you won't be fit for marriage'. Angered by this remark, Kamal succumbed to despair.
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Clad in a wedding gown, Karima came by carriage with her parents and her brother to Sugar Street, where Ibrahim Shawkat, Khadija, Kamal, Ahmad, and Ahmad's wife, Sawsan Hammad, were waiting to receive them. There was nothing to suggest a wedding reception except the bouquets of roses lining the sitting room. The men's parlor, which opened on the courtyard, was filled with bearded young men, in the midst of whom sat Shaykh Ali al-Manufi. Although a year and a half had passed since the death of al-Sayyid Ahmad, Amina did not attend the reception, promising instead to offer her congratulations later.
When Khadija had invited her to this low-key wedding, Aisha had shaken her head in amazement, replying nervously, 'I only attend funerals'. Although she was offended by this remark, Khadija had grown accustomed to observing exemplary restraint with Aisha.
The upper floor at Sugar Street had been furnished for a second time with a bride's trousseau. Yasin had outfitted his daughter properly and, to finance this expenditure, had sold the last of his holdings, except for the house in Palace of Desire Alley.
Karima, who looked exceptionally beautiful, resembled — especially in the warmth of her gaze her mother, Zanuba, at her prime. The girl had only reached the legal age of consent during the last week of October. Khadija, as was only appropriate for the mother of the groom, seemed happy. Availing herself of a moment alone with Kamal, she leaned toward him to say, 'At any rate, she is Yasin's daughter and, no matter what, a thousand times better than the workshop bride.'
A small buffet dinner had been set out in the dining room for the family and another in the courtyard for Abd al-Muni'm's bearded guests, from whom he differed in no respect, since he too had let his beard grow. At the time, Khadija had commented, 'Religion's lovely, but what need is there for this beard, which makes you look like Muhammad al-Ajami, the couscous vendor?'
Members of the family sat in the parlor, except for Abd al-Muni'm, who kept his friends company. After helping his brother welcome them for a time, Ahmad returned to the parlor, where on joining his family he said jovially, 'The gentlemen's parlor has reverted a thousand years back into history.'
Kamal asked, 'What are they discussing?'
'The battle of El Alamein… loudly enough to make the walls rattle.'
'What's their reaction to the British victory?'
'Anger, naturally. They are enemies of the English, the Germans, and the Russians, too. And so they don't spare the bridegroom even on his wedding night.'
Seated next to Zanuba, Yasin, who in his finery looked ten years her junior, said, 'Let the armies eat each other alive, so long as they don't do it here. It's our Lord's mercy that He has not made Egypt a war zone.'
Smiling, Khadija remarked, 'You probably want peace so you'll be free to do as you like'. Then she cast Zanuba a sly look that made everyone laugh, for it had recently been reported that Yasin had flirted with the new tenant in his building and that, having caught him in the act, or almost, Zanuba had hounded the woman until she had vacated the apartment.
To hide his discomfort, Yasin said, 'How can I do as I like when my home is under military rule?'
Zanuba protested resentfully, 'You're not embarrassed not even in front of your daughter?'
Yasin replied plaintively, 'I'm innocent and the woman wrongly accused.'
'I'm in the wrong? I'm the one who was caught knocking on her door at night and who then excused himself by saying he had lost his way in the dark? Huh? You spend forty years in a building and then can't find your apartment?'
They roared with laughter, but Khadija said ironically, 'He often loses his way in the dark.'
'And in the daylight as well.'
Then Ibrahim Shawkat asked Ridwan, 'How are you getting along with Muhammad Effendi Hasan?'
Yasin corrected his brother-in-law: 'Muhammad Effendi Scum!'
Ridwan replied furiously, 'He's now enjoying my grandfather's fortune, which went to my mother.'
Yasin said argumentatively, 'It's a considerable inheritance, but whenever Ridwan approaches her for assistance with some small purchase or other, her insolent husband makes problems for the boy and interrogates him about his expenses.'
Khadija told Ridwan, 'You're her only child. It would be better if she'd let you enjoy her money while she's still alive'. Then she added, 'And it's time for you to get married, isn't it?'
Ridwan laughed feebly and answered, 'When Uncle Kamal does.'
'I've given up on your uncle Kamal. There's no need for you to imitate him.'
Kamal listened resentfully to these remarks, but did not allow it to show on his face. If she had despaired of him, so had he. In order to acknowledge consciousness of his guilt, he had stopped walking along Ibn Zaydun Street. He would stand near the streetcar stop, where he could watch her on the balcony without being seen. He could no more overcome his desire to see her than he could deny his love for her or ignore his alarmed aversion to the thought of marrying her. Riyad had told him, 'You're sick and refuse to recover.'
Ahmad Shawkat asked Ridwan in a knowing tone, 'Would Muhammad Hasan interrogate you about your expenditures if your Sa'dist Party were in power?'
Ridwan laughed bitterly and answered, 'He's not the only one who calls me to account nowadays. But patience… it's only a matter of a few more days or weeks.'
Sawsan Hammad asked him, 'Do you think the days of the Wafd Party are numbered, as its foes suggest?'
'The length of its rule depends entirely on the English. In any case the war won't drag on forever. Then it will be time to settle accounts.'
With great earnestness, Sawsan said, 'Primary responsibility for the tragedy lies with the people who helped the Fascists stab the English in the back.'
Khadija gazed at Sawsan scornfully and disapprovingly, astonished that her daughter-in-law would join the conversation in such a manly fashion. She could not keep from remarking, 'We're supposed to be at a wedding party. Let's talk about more suitable things.'
To avoid a clash, Sawsan fell silent, while Ahmad and Kamal exchanged a smiling look. Ibrahim Shawkat laughed and remarked, 'Their excuse is that our weddings aren't what they used to be … May God be compassionate to al-Sayyid Ahmad and provide him with a fine dwelling in paradise.'
Yasin said regretfully, 'I've been married three times, but I've never had a proper procession with a shivaree.'
Zanuba asked acidly, 'You blab about yourself and forget your daughter?'
Laughing, Yasin replied, 'We'll have the proper festivities the fourth time, God willing.'
Zanuba remarked sarcastically, 'Postpone that until you've escorted Ridwan to his bride.'
Ridwan was annoyed but said nothing. 'God's curse on all of you and on marriage too,' he thought. 'Don't you realize that I'll never marry? I'd like to kill anyone who brings up this damn subject.'
After a short silence, Yasin said, 'I wish I could stay at the ladies' buffet, to avoid mingling with those bearded fellows, who frighten me.'
'If they knew what you've done, they'd stone you,' Zanuba taunted him.
Ahmad said scornfully, 'Their beards will get in the food. It will be more like a battle than a dinner. Does my uncle Kamal like the Brethren?'
Smiling, Kamal answered, 'I like one of them at least.'
Turning to the silent bride, Sawsan asked affectionately, 'What does Karima think about her husband's beard?'
Karima hid her laughter by ducking her crowned head but said nothing. Zanuba answered for her, 'Few young
