Western culture, he still had the mentality of the Eastern man which he attacked and mocked. Salah said to himself: Maybe I’m lucky I didn’t have any children. To be barren is better than to be in Ra’fat’s shoes right now. But Ra’fat’s problem is inherent in his own personality. Many Egyptians have fathered children in America and were able to maintain a balance between the two cultures. But Ra’fat despises his culture and yet carries it within him at the same time, which complicates matters. “Poor Ra’fat,” he whispered in English, then caught a glimpse of the alarm clock and was dismayed to find that it was one in the morning. He had only a few hours to sleep. He got under the covers, turned on his side, assumed a fetal position, covered his head with the pillow, closed his eyes, and started gradually to feel that comfortable darkness of sleep. But Chris, lying next to him, suddenly coughed and moved. There was something rigid about her movement that told him she was awake. He ignored her and tried to fall asleep, but she turned toward him and embraced him under the covers, and when she kissed him he could smell alcohol on her breath and whispered in alarm, “Have you had more to drink?”
She clung to him and began to embrace and kiss him, panting. He tried to speak, but she placed her hand gently on his lips, and her face in the soft light for the first time seemed to be burning. He felt her hand sneaking between his thighs as she whispered while bringing her lips close to his mouth, “I miss you.”
Chapter 7
Tariq stood on the alert, staring at Shaymaa as if he were a goalkeeper expecting the ball to strike from any direction, ready to catch it or deflect it in an instant.
He was waiting for any word from her to refute and to mock. But she did something he did not expect: her features suddenly contracted, then she started to sob like a lost child, her whole body shaking. He looked at her not knowing what to do, and then said in a voice that sounded strange to his ears, “Enough, Doctor. It all ended well, thank God.”
“I am tired. I can’t take it anymore. Tomorrow I’ll withdraw from the scholarship and go back to Egypt.”
“Don’t be hasty.”
“I’ve made up my mind. It’s settled.”
“Remember that you’d be getting a doctorate from Illinois. Think how hard you’ve worked for this scholarship and how many of your colleagues in Tanta wish to be in your place.”
Shaymaa bowed her head, and it seemed to him that she’d calmed down a little, so he added, “Don’t give in to bad thoughts.”
“What should I do?”
“Get accustomed to your new life.”
“I tried and I failed.”
“Do you have any problems at school?”
“No, thank God.”
“What’s the problem then?”
She spoke in a soft voice, as if talking to herself, “I am completely alone here, Dr. Tariq. I have no friends or acquaintances. I don’t know how to deal with the Americans. I don’t understand them. All my life I had a perfect score in my English language classes, but here they speak another kind of English. They speak so fast and they swallow some of the letters so I don’t understand what they say.”
Tariq interrupted her, “You’re feeling homesick, and being out of place here is quite natural. As for the language problem, we’ve all faced it at the beginning. I advise you to watch television a lot so you’ll get used to the American accent.”
“Even if my language improves, that won’t change anything. I feel I am an outcast in this country. Americans shy away from me because I am Arab and because I am veiled. At the airport they interrogated me as if I were a criminal. At school the students make fun of me when they see me. Did you see how that policeman treated me?”
“That’s not your problem alone. We all face unpleasant situations. The image of Muslims here suffered a lot after 9/11.”
“What have
“Put yourself in their place. Ordinary Americans know almost nothing about Islam. In their minds Islam is associated with terrorism and killing.”
They both were silent for a moment, then she said, “Before coming to America, I complained about how difficult it was to live in Egypt. Now, my dream is to go back.”
“We all feel homesick like you. I myself, even though I’ve spent two years here, miss Egypt a lot and I go through hard times, but I say to myself that the degree I’ll get is worth all this hardship. I pray to God to give me patience. Do you perform your prayers regularly?”
“Yes, thank God,” she whispered and bowed her head. He found himself saying, “By the way, Chicago is a beautiful city. Have you been out and about?”
“I only know this campus.”
“I am going out to do my shopping for the week. Why don’t you come with me?”
Her eyes grew wider; it seemed she was surprised by the offer, and then she looked at her flannel gallabiya and stuck out her foot and jokingly asked him, “In my slippers?”
They both laughed for the first time. Then she asked him, as if she were reluctant, “Are we going to be late? I’ve a lot of studying to do.”
“Me too. I have a long assignment in statistics. We’ll be back soon.”
He sat waiting for her in the lobby until she changed her clothes. She returned a short while later wearing a loose-fitting blue dress that he thought was elegant. He noticed that she had got over her dejection and seemed almost cheerful. They spent the evening together: they took the L downtown and he showed her the Sears Tower and Water Tower Place and she seemed as happy as a child standing next to him in the glass elevator at the famous Marshall Field’s store. Then they went back to the mall and bought what they needed. Finally they took the university bus back to the dorm. They talked the whole time: she told him how she cherished the memory of her father and of her love for her mother and two sisters. She said that despite her missing them she called them only once a week because she had to be careful how she spent every dollar of the meager scholarship. She asked him about himself and he told her that his father was a police officer who was promoted to assistant director of Cairo Security before he died. He told her how his father raised him strictly and beat him hard when he misbehaved. Once, while in preparatory school, his father forced him to eat in the kitchen with the servants for a whole week because he had dared to announce at the table that he didn’t like spinach. Tariq laughed as he remembered then added fondly, “My father, God have mercy on his soul, was a school unto himself. He meant this punishment to give me a lesson in manliness. From that day I’ve learned to eat whatever is placed before me without objection. You know, my father’s strictness has done me a world of good. All my life I’ve excelled in school, and had it not been for nepotism, by now I would have been a great surgeon. Thank God anyway; I’ve done very well in school. Do you know how high my GPA is? It’s three point nine nine out of four.”
“Ma sha’Allah!”
“American students often seek me out to help them understand the lessons, which makes me feel proud because I am Egyptian and better than them.”
Then he leaned back in his seat and looked in the distance, as if remembering, and went on. “Last year in biology class I had an American classmate named Smith, known throughout the university because he’s a genius who has maintained excellence all his years as a student. Smith tried to challenge me academically but I taught him a lesson in manners.”
“Really?”
“I floored him. I placed first three times. Now, when he sees me anywhere, he salutes me in deference.”
He insisted on carrying her bags and accompanied her to her apartment on the seventh floor. He stood there, saying good-bye; her voice shook as she thanked him. “I don’t know what to say, Dr. Tariq. May God recompense you well for what you’ve done for me.”
“Can you call me Tariq, without titles?”
