Naguib Mahfouz - Sugar Street

'If Jime is this hot, what will the weather he like in July and August, my dear?"

"It seems that Alexandria wasn't created for people like us."

Laughing, he replied, "But Alexandria is no longer a summer resort. Before the war it was, but today rumors of a German invasion have left it deserted."

"Professor Adli Karim reports that most of its inhabitants have fled and that its streets are filled with cats roaming about freely."

"That's what it's like. Soon Rommel will enter it with his troops". Then after a short silence he added, "At Suez, he'll join forces with the Japanese armies, which will have completed their march tlirough Asia. Then the Fascism of the Stone Age will return."

Sawsan responded rather emotionally, "Russia will never be defeated. Mankind's hopes are still secure behind the Ural Mountains."

"Yes, but the Germans are at the gates of Alexandria."

She inquired with a snort, "Why do the Egyptians love the Germans?"

"Out of hatred for the English. It won't be long before we loathe the Germans. The king seems a captive of the British today, but he w ill break free from them to receive Rommel. Then those two leacers will drink a toast to the interment of our fledgling democracy. Ridiculously enough, the masses of farm laborers expect that Rommel will distribute land to them."

"We have many enemies. Outside of Egypt the Germans and iaside it the Muslim Brethren and the reactionaries, who hardly differ from each other."

"If my brother Abd al-Muni'm heard you, he'd be incensed by your words. He considers the Brethren's message a progressive one that is far superior to materialist forms of socialism."

"There may be a socialist aspect to religion, but it's a Utopian socialism comparable to doctrines advanced by Thomas More, Louis Blanc, and Saint-Simon. Religion searches in man's conscience for a remedy to human ills, while the solution lies in the development of society. Paying no attention to social classes, it looks instead at the individuals comprising them. Naturally, it has no concept of scientific socialism. Besides all this, the teachings of religion are based on a legendary metaphysics in which angels play an important part. We should not seek solutions to our present-day problems in the distant past. Tell your brother this."

Ahmad laughed with obvious delight and said, "My brother is an educated man and a clever lawyer. I'm amazed that people like him are strongly attracted to the Brethren."

She replied scornfully, "The Brethren have conducted an appalling campaign of misinformation. When conversing with educated people, they present religion in contemporary garb. With uneducated folk, they talk about heaven and hell. They gain adherents in the name of socialism, nationalism, and democracy."

"My darling never tires of talking about her beliefs," Ahmad reflected. "Did I say 'my darling'? Yes, since I stole a kiss from her, I've made a point of calling her that. She protested with words and gestures but eventually started pretending not to notice — as if she had given up hope of reforming me. When I told her I yearned to hear words of love from her mouth, which speaks of nothing but socialism, she scolded me contemptuously: 'This is the traditional, bourgeois view of women, isn't it?' I told her apprehensively, 'My respect for you is beyond words, and I admit that I've been your pupil in the noblest achievements of my life. But I also love you, and there's nothing wrong with that.' I sensed that her anger evaporated then but observed that she did not abandon her vexed look. As I approached with the secret design of kissing her, she somehow guessed my intent. She put a hand on my chest to push me away, but I managed to kiss her cheek. Since what she was trying to avoid did occur, even though she could have taken more serious measures to prevent it, I assumed that she had consented. Although preoccupied by politics, she's an extraordinary individual with a beautiful mind and a beautiful body. When I invited her for an excursion to the tea garden, she said, 'Only if we take the book with us so we can continue translating it.' I replied, 'No, the idea is to relax and chat. If you decline, I'll renounce socialism altogether.' Perhaps what upsets me most about myself is that steeped as I am in the conventions of Sugar Street I still occasionally look at women with a traditional bourgeois eye. During hours of lethargic backsliding, I fancy that socialism in the progressive woman is simply another captivating characteristic comparable to playing the piano or to presenting a fine appearance. But it must also be admitted that the year I have worked with Sawsan has changed me a great deal, cleansing me to a commendable degree of the bourgeois attitudes implanted in me."

"It's distressing that our comrades are being arrested in droves."

"Yes, my darling. Imprisonment becomes fashionable in times of war and in periods of terrible repression — although the law sees nothing wrong with standing up for your cause, if you do not combine that with a call to violence". Then Ahmad laughed and continued: "We'll be arrested sooner or later, unless…"

While she stared at him curiously, he concluded, "Unless marriage maaes us settle down."

Shrugang her shoulders scornfully, she replied, "What makes you think that I'll agree to marry a fraud like you?"

"Fraud?"

She thought a little and then with genuine interest observed, "Unlike me, you're not from the working class. We both struggle against a single enemy, but you have not had my experience with it. I Ve endured poverty for a long time, and its hateful effects have touched my family. One of my sisters attempted to fight back, but it defeated her and she died. You… you're not… you're not from the working class!"

He answered calmly, "Neither was Engels."

Her brief laugh brought her feminine side to the fore, and she asked, "What shall I call you? Prince Ahmadov? It's not that I doubt your dedication to the cause, but you still retain deeply embedded bourgeois traits. It seems to me that you're delighted at times to be a member of the Shawkat family."

He replied a bit stridently, "You're wrong and unfair about that. I'm not to blame for my inheritance. I'm no more responsible for my 'wealth' than you are for your poverty. I am referring to the meager i ticome that has supported our lives of indolence. No one should be blamed for a bourgeois background. One is faulted only for backsliding inertia out of keeping with the spirit of our age."

Smiling, she said, "Don't get annoyed. We're both scientific curiosities. Let's not ask where we began. What we're responsible for is om convictions and our actions. I apologize to you, Engels. But tell me: Are you prepared to keep on delivering talks to workers, regardless of the consequences?"

He answered proudly, "As of yesterday, I had given five talks. I've drafted two important manifestos and distributed tens of handbills. I owe the government more than two years in prison."

"I owe them many more years than that!"

He deftly stretched out his hand to place it affectionately and appreciatively on her soft brown one. Yes, he loved her, but his efforts for the cause were not motivated by this love. Did she not seem at times to doubt his sincerity? Was she teasing him or did she feel apprehensive about the bourgeois characteristics she suspected he still harbored? His belief in the cause was as firm as his love for her. He could not sacrifice either.

"What is happiness if not the discovery of a person who truly understands you and whom you truly understand?" he asked himself. "Particularly one from whom you're not separated by artifice of any kind. I worship her when she says, 'I've endured poverty for a long time.' This candid statement elevates her above all the other members of her sex and makes her seem part of me. But we are reckless lovers, and prison lies in wait for us. We could marry and elude these difficulties, contenting ourselves with the pursuit of happiness. But such an existence would lack spirit. How strongly I've felt at times that the cause is a curse cast upon us by an irrevocable decree…. Part of my blood and my spirit, it makes me feel responsible for all mankind."