Morning and Evening Talk by Naguib Mahfouz Page A

school at the beginning of the 1930s, Mahmud Bey Ata wanted to marry her to a village mayor in Beni Suef. The family welcomed the idea, but she would have to surrender Nadir to her uncle. She categorically refused. She would not give up her son and did not want to leave the quarter.
    “You’re mad. You don’t know what you’re doing!” said her brother Hamid.
    “On the contrary. I know exactly what I’m doing,” she replied.
    Amr tried and Radia tried, but she would not change her mind.
    Nadir graduated from business school during the Second World War and was appointed to the tax office. But he was known for his ambition from the start. He began studying English at a private institute. His mother worried about how engrossed he was in work at the office and the institute. “Why do you put yourself to all this trouble?” she asked him. But he had charted his course and nothing could stand in his way. Habiba’s arid life was capped by middle age, then she withered and looked ill. She watched her son’s ascent with pleasure but, though he begrudged her none of his money, she refused to leave Darb al-Ahmar for a new villa of his. When he left and moved to his marital home she plunged into a fearful loneliness from whose grasp she did not escape until death.
    “It’s what we raise them to do. You should be glad and praise God,” Radia told her.
    “I’ve sacrificed so much for him!” she said broken-hearted.
    “It’s like that for every mother. Visit Sidi Yahya ibn Uqab,” Radia replied.
    She was the last of Amr’s family to pass away. She wept for everyone with renowned passion until her tears dried up. However, when it was her turn there was no one left to weep.
Hasan Mahmud al-Murakibi
    He grew up in comfort in the grand mansion on Khayrat Square and on the farm in Beni Suef. It was as though Nazli Hanem was brought into the Murakibi family to improve its pedigree, which showed in the male descendants, including Hasan, who was known for his height, good looks, and sturdy build. The customs of the day and Cairo’s magnanimity at the time meant not a week went by without exchange visits between Khayrat Square and Bayt al-Qadi Square. Mahmud Bey wanted his first son tostudy agriculture, which would benefit him later on, but, like his cousin Hamid, his approach to study was lax so the man had them both enrolled at the police academy. The 1919 Revolution flooded Hasan with powerful emotions, but he did not expose himself to the kind of harm Hamid suffered and it did not take long for him to join the rest of his family in its stance with regard to the revolution’s leader and allegiance to the Crown. This also better suited his job at the interior ministry as it meant he was not, like Hamid, divided between Wafdism in private and the government in public. Thanks to his father’s influence he never knew the hardship of working in the provinces. He did not defer to his father’s wish and marry early. Instead, he lived a licentious life, capitalizing on the fascination occasioned by his colorful uniform, the abundant money brought by his rank, and the gifts bestowed on him by his mother. However, he yielded in the end and married a girl called Zubayda from his mother’s family. She was wedded to him in an apartment in Garden City, where he enjoyed a standard of living that even the interior minister himself envied.
    During the period of political turmoil he became famous for his violence in dispersing demonstrations. He weathered successive attacks in the Wafdist newspapers, which damaged his public reputation to an extent, but raised his credibility at the mansion and with the English and granted him exceptional promotions.
    “You entered the academy in the same year but he’s made the rank of captain and you’re still a second lieutenant,” Amr Effendi remarked to his son Hamid.
    “He’s a traitor. The son of a pantofle-seller,” Surur, who was with them at the lunch table, said viciously. But Hasan and