After the pause that greeted this news, Amina added, "His father mentioned it to her grandfather yesterday."
Yasin asked seriously, "Has Father agreed?"
"It's still early for such questions."
Glancing at Aisha, Ibrahim Shawkat inquired cautiously, "What does Mrs. Aisha think of this?"
Without looking at anyone, Aisha answered, "I don't know."
Studying her sister closely, Khadija remarked, "But it's all up to you."
Kamal wanted to put in a good word for his friend and said, "Fuad's really an excellent fellow."
Ibrahim Shawkat asked circumspectly, "Aren't his folks rather common?"
In his forceful voice, Abd al-Muni'm Shawkat replied, "Yes. One of his maternal uncles is a donkey driver and another's a baker. He has a paternal uncle who is an attorney's secretary". Then he added as a reluctant concession, "But none of this detracts from the man's worth. A person should be judged for what he is, not for his family."
Kamal realized that his nephew wanted to assert two truths no matter how contradictory: first the baseness of Fuad's origins and second the fact that a humble background does not diminish a person's value. He understood that Abd al-Muni'm was both attacking Fuad and repenting for this unfair attack, because of his strong religious convictions. Surprisingly, the assertion of these rival claims relieved Kamal, sparing him the embarrassment of expressing them himself. Like his nephew, he did not believe in the class system. Yet he was as inclined as Abd al-Muni'm to criticize Fuad and to belittle his friend's position, which he knew was far grander than his own.
Amina was clearly uncomfortable with this attack. She said, "His father's a fine man. He has served us honestly and sincerely his whole life."
Khadija found the courage to reply, "But if this marriage takes place, Na'ima may find herself mixing with people who are beneath her. Family origin is everything."
Her opinion was championed by the last person anyone would have expected when Zanuba said, "You're right! Family origin is everything."
Yasin was upset. He looked swiftly at Khadija, wondering how she would react to his wife's endorsement. What would she think of it? Would it remind her of the troupe and its female entertainers? He cursed Zanuba secretly for her empty braggadocio. Feeling obliged to say something to make up for his wife's remark, he observed, "Remember, you're talking about a government attorney…."
Emboldened by Aisha's silence, Khadija said, "It's my father who made him one. Our wealth has made him what he is."
With sarcasm sparkling in protruding eyes that were reminiscent of his late Uncle Khalil's, Ahmad Shawkat retorted, "We're more indebted to his father than he is to us."
Pointing a finger at him, Khadija said critically, "You're always subjecting us to these incomprehensible remarks."
Sounding as if he hoped to terminate this discussion, Yasin commented, "Don't wear yourselves out. Papa will have the final say."
Amina distributed the cups of coffee, and the eyes of the young men gravitated to Na'ima, who sat beside her mother. Ridwan told himself, "She's a sweet and lovely girl. I wish it were possible for us to be friends and companions. Ifwe could walk together in the street, people would have trouble saying which of us was better-looking."
Ahmad thought, "She's very beautiful but seems glued to her mother and has had little education."
Abd al-Muni'm reflected silently, "Pretty, a homemaker, and intensely religious her only defect is her frailty. But even that's attractive. She's too good for Fuad". Then, breaking out of his internal monologue, he said, "Na'ima, tell us what you think."
The pale face blushed, frowned, and then smiled. Thrust into this awkward situation, the girl pitted a smile against her frown to free herself of both. Then she said shyly, "I don't have an opinion about this. Leave me alone!"
Ahmad remarked sarcastically, "False bashfulness…."
Aisha interrupted him, "False?"
Correcting himself, he said, "This kind of modesty has gone out of style. If you don't speak up, Na'ima, you'll find that your life's over and that all the decisions have been made for you."
Aisha replied bitterly, "We're not used to talk like this."
Paying no attention to his mother's warning look, Ahmad complained, "I bet our family's four centuries behind the times."
Abd al-Muni'm asked scornfully, "Why precisely four?"
His brother answered nonchalantly, "I was being polite."
Khadija shifted the conversation to Kamal by asking, "And you! When are you getting married?"
Kamal was caught off guard by this inquiry, which he attempted to evade by saying, "That's an old story!"
"And a new one at the same time…. We won't abandon it until God unites you with a decent girl."
Amina followed this last part of the conversation with redoubled interest. Kamal's marriage was her dearest wish. She hoped fervently that he would turn her wish into a reality. Then she could rest her eyes on a grandchild fathered by her only living soq. She said, "His father has proposed brides to him from the best families, but he always finds some excuse or other."
"Flimsy arguments! How old are you, Mr. Kamal?" asked Ibrahim Shawkat with a laugh.
"Twenty-eight! It's too late now."
Amina listened to the figure incredulously, and Khadija said angrily, "You love to make yourself out older than you are."
Since he was her youngest brother, revelation of his age indirectly disclosed hers. Although her husband was sixty, she hated to be reminded that she was thirty-eight. Kamal did not know what to say. [n his opinion this was not a subject to be settled with a single word, but he always felt compelled to explain his position. So he said apologetically, "I work all day at school and every evening in my office."
Ahmad said enthusiastically, "What a fantastic life, Uncle… but even so, a man needs to marry."
Yasin, who knew more about Kamal than any of the others, said, "You shrug off commitments so that nothing will distract you from your search for the truth, but truth lies in these commitments. You won't learn about life in a library. Truth is to be found at home and in the street."
Doing his best to escape, Kamal said, "I've grown accustomed to spending my salary each month down to the last millieme. I don't have any savings. How can I get married?"
Khadija blocked his escape by retorting, "Make up your mind to get married, and then you'll figure out how to prepare for it."
Laughing, Yasin observed, "You spend every millieme so you won't be able to get married."
"As if the two were equivalent," Kamal thought. But why did he not marry? That was what people expected and what his parents wanted. When he had been in love with Ai'da, marriage had seemed absurdly out of reach. After that, love had been replaced by thought, which had greedily devoured his life. His greatest delight had come in finding a beautiful book or in getting an article published. He had told himself that a thinker does not and should not marry. He looked aloft and imagined that marriage would force him to lower his gaze. He had been — and still was — pleased to be a thoughtful observer who avoided, whenever possible, entry into the mechanics of life. He was as stingy with his liberty as a miser is with money. Besides, women no longer meant anything to him beyond a lust to be gratified. He was not exactly wasting his youth, since he did not let a week go by without indulging in intellectual delights and physical pleasures. If these reasons were not enough, he was apprehensive and skeptical about everything. Marriage seemed to be something a person should believe in.
Kamal said, "Relax. I'll get married when I feel like it."
Zanuba smiled in a way that made her look ten years younger and asked, "Why don't you want to marry now?"
Almost in exasperation, Kamal replied, "Marriage is an anthill. You're making a mountain out of it."