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Naguib Mahfouz: The day the leader was killed

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Naguib Mahfouz is the most prominent author of Arabic fiction published in English today. He was born in Cairo in 1911 and began writing when he was seventeen. A student of philosophy and an avid reader, he has been influenced by many Western writers, including Flaubert, Balzac, Zola, Camus, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, and, above all, Proust. He has more than thirty novels to his credit, ranging from his earliest historical romances to his most recent experimental novels. In 1988, Mr. Mahfouz was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. He lives in the Cairo suburb of Agouza with his wife and two daughters.

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This blow has rocked an empire and shaken fortresses. By evening, I realized I had started dozing off. All this talk had exhausted me. I felt like taking a walk. There’s a trace of death on every passerby. Suddenly, there I am in front of Gulstan’s villa. Anwar Allam’s car is parked there, awaiting its owner. Sexual desire of every sort takes possession of me and, with it, an irrepressible urge to kill.

Randa Sulayman Mubarak

How awful! Is killing the only way to do it? What do his wife and daughters have to do with it? I’m not for him, but he doesn’t deserve this end. It jolts me back to a reconsideration of public problems after having been so long engrossed in my own, private problems. To kill is hideous and God frowns upon it.

My mother sobbed like one untouched by politics. The living room was gloomier than usual at that particular time. I wanted to know what my father thought about all this.

“My opinion will certainly not revive the dead,” he said.

He peered at me with faded, tired-looking eyes and went on:

“The country is sick with fanaticism, Randa. Where are the days of ‘Why am I a heretic?’ They want to drag us fourteen centuries back.”

He kept quiet for a while and then added:

“I know you don’t entirely agree with me, so suit yourself. However, we do agree on the principle that it is wrong to kill.”

This is as much as we can agree on. I wonder where you are, Elwan?You didn’t like him. So are you happy that this is how he has ended?

Suddenly, quite unexpectedly after so long an absence, Elwan burst into our flat with a boldness that showed that he was quite disturbed. When we were alone in the dining room, I asked:

“Where were you when it happened?”

“Forget about that! Nothing new there.Randa, listen to me carefully,” he said, markedly perturbed.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“This evening, I found myself in front of Gulstan’s villa. Anwar Allam’s car was parked there. Uninvited and quite spontaneously, I burst into the house. He was the first person I saw. He greeted me and said: ‘Come in…I’m glad you just decided to drop by casually.’ I suddenly cried unconsciously: ‘ Youfilthy man!’ and punched him violently in the chest, whereupon he reeled and fell on the floor. At that point, a scream revealed Gulstan’s presence. ‘Stop beating him!’ she cried firmly. I helped him to get back on his feet and led him to her bedroom. I stood there stock-still, almost unconscious. She disappeared for a quarter of an hour and then returned,her face pale and a bewildered look in her eyes.

“ ‘Youcrazy fool, what did you do? You killed him!’ she muttered. I just stood there, staring at her.

“You crazy fool, what did you do? Why did you kill him?’ she mumbled as her eyes filled with tears. Then, exhausted, she collapsed on an armchair and rested her head in her hands as I began to regain consciousness. I was beginning to realize the enormity of my deed.

“ ‘Callthe police. It’s my fate,’ I finally said.

“She did not move. As for me, I had the strongest urge to disentangle myself from the situation.

“ ‘Ishall go off to the police myself,’ I said.

“She made an obscure gesture of the hand and whispered:

“ ‘Stayput where you are.’

“Time weighed heavily on me, wracking my nerves like a bulldozer.

“No point in waiting,’ I finally said.

“‘Wait,’ she whispered. She bent her head, averting her eyes from me.

“ ‘Hehad a chronic heart condition,’ she whispered again.

“ ‘Whatis she thinking about? Doubt and then a glimmer of hope.

“ ‘Butit was I who…‘

“ ‘There’sno trace of blows,’ she said calmly, indicating that her troubled mind had begun functioning anew.

“With this statement, she became a partner in the crime. I scrutinized her face in bewilderment, amazed at that aspect of human nature which would, under ordinary circumstances, have forever remained concealed. What a woman! But my joy at the life belt thrown at me was like that of a desperate, drowning man.

“Nothing can be concealed from the doctor,’ I said.

“That’s none of your business,’ she said with utter confidence.

“We exchanged a conspiratorial look.

“Of course, you understand why I’m trying to save you?’ she then said.

“I nodded and lowered my head in disbelief.

“Can I trust your word of honor?’ she then asked.

“I gave her my word of honor.”

“Why are you telling me this secret?” I asked when he had finished.

“There are no secrets between us, Randa.”

“You committed a crime incensed by what had happened to me. You deserve to he saved,” I said bitterly.

“Do you really think so?”

“Of course, I can’t possibly condemn you.”

“Actually, I haven’t told you the whole truth, for after I left the villa, I became thoroughly disgusted with myself, despising the decision I had made. In my state of confusion.I came over to you to confess everything,” he said, much moved.

“I understand your feelings very well, but I don’t blame you for the decision you’ve made!” I said compassionately.

“But I won’t have it,” he said stubbornly, as my heart went out to him.

“That’s madness!”

“So let it be.”

“Miracles of this sort won’t happen again,” I pleaded desperately.

“Even so.”

“No time for regret.”

“I will never regret anything.”

“I’m not guilty of what you imagine.”

“I shall go back to her to clarify everything,” he said.

“I don’t think you should.”

Muhtashimi Zayed

After Elwan’s disappearance, I am reduced to utter loneliness. As for the world around us, it is aspiring to new hope. How courageous Randa turned out to he: going to court to defend the young man — and with such decency and dignity. It was lucky that the crime was interpreted as beating that resulted in death. Years will go by and then he will leave prison having mastered some skill or other. He will then be in a better position to meet the challenges of life and to realize his hopes. I do not think I shall see him again. But he will find my room vacant and will be able to have it and get married to his sweetheart. Have I perchance lived too long? And have I, unknowingly, played a part in aggravating his problem?

The time has come for me to join the ranks of those who dedicate themselves to the glorification of God in anticipation of eternity in the realm of the All-Exalted.

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