Ridwan: "Fate and destiny. That"s what my other grandmother says."
Umm Hanafi: "You"ve pestered him until he"s confessed. There"s no power or might save G.o.d"s. Have mercy on him and go play."
Ahmad: "The water buffalo knows how to talk."
Muhammad: "Get down so I can ride on you."
Ridwan: "Look at the sparrow on the hyacinth vine."
Abd al-Muni"m: "Fetch a ladder so I can grab it."
Ahmad: "Don"t raise your voice. It"s looking at us and hears every word you say."
Na"ima: "How beautiful she is! I know her! She"s the sparrow I saw yesterday on our clothesline."
Ahmad: "The other one was on Sugar Street. How could it find its way to my grandfather"s house?"
Abd al-Muni"m: "You donkey. The sparrow can fly here from Sugar Street and return before nightfall."
Uthman: "Her family is there, but she has relativeshere."
Muhammad: "Get down so I can ride you. Otherwise I"ll cry till Mama hears me."
Na"ima: "Why don"t we play hopscotch?"
Abd al-Muni"m: "No, let"s have a race."
Umm Hanafi: "Without any quarreling between the winner and the loser."
Abd al-Muni"m: "Shut up, water buffalo."
Uthman: "Moo moo."
Ahmad: "Baa baa."
Muhammad: "I"ll ride in this race. Get down so I can ride you."
Abd al-Muni"m: "One, two, three "
Al-Sayyid Ahmad Abd al-Jawad welcomed the guests, for whom he had set aside the whole first part of the day. He took his place in the center at the banquet, surrounded by Ibrahim Shawkat, Khalil Shawkat, Yasin, and Kamal. After the meal, he invited the two guests to his bedroom, where they conversed in an atmosphere of affection and friendship, marked by a certain reserve on the host"s part and a special politeness on the part of his sons-in-law, stemming from the etiquette the father observed in his relations with his family, even those who did not reside with him, despite the fact that al-Sayyid Ahmad and Ibrahim Shawkat, Khadija"s spouse, were of nearly the same age.
The c hildren were invited to their grandfather"s room to kiss his hand and receive precious gifts of chocolate and Turkish delight. They presented themselves in order of seniority: Aisha"s daughter Na"ima first, then Yasin"s son Ridwan, followed by Khadija"s son Abd al-Muni"m, Aisha"s son Uthman, Khadija"s son Ahmad, and Aisha"s son Muhammad. Al-Sayyid Ahmad observed strict impartiality in distributing affection and smiles to his grandchildren but took advantage of the absence of observers, except for Ibrahim and Khalil, to relax his customary reserve. He shook the little hands warmly, pinched their rosy cheeks affectionately, and kissed their brows, while teasing this one and joking with that one. He was always careful not to show favoritism, even with Ridwan, whom he loved best.
When alone with one of them he would examine the child with pa.s.sionate interest, motivated by paternal feelings and additional ones like curiosity. He took great pleasure in tracing the features of grandparents and parents in the boisterous new generation, who had scarcely learned to respect him, let alone fear him. He was captivated by the beauty of Na"ima, who with her golden hair and blue eyes surpa.s.sed even her mother"s good looks. She graced the family with her beautiful features, some inherited from her mother and others from the Shawkat family. Her brothers Uthman and Muhammad were also handsome but looked more like their father, Khalil Shawkat. They clearly had his large, protruding eyes with the calm, languid look.
By way of contrast, Khadija"s sons Abd al-Muni"m and Ahmad had their mother"s and maternal grandmother"s beautiful small eyes, although they shared the Shawkat complexion. Their noses were exceptionally similar to their mother"s or, to be more precise, their rmternal grandfather"s.
Ridwan could not help but be handsome. His eyes were identical to his father"s and therefore like the black, kohl-enhanced ones of Haniya, Yasin"s mother. He had the ivory complexion of his mother"s family, the Iffats, and his father"s straight nose. Indeed, a captivating grace shone in his face.
It had been a long time since al-Sayyid Ahmad"s children had been able to cling to him the way his grandchildren did now, without fear on their part or reserve on his. Oh, what days they had been! What memories! Yasin, Khadija and Fahmy, then Aisha and Kamal. He had tickled every one of them under the arms and carried each on his shoulders. Would they remember that? He himself had almost forgotten.
Na"ima, her bright smile notwithstanding, seemed shy and polite. Ahmad would not stop asking for more chocolates and Turkish delight. Uthman stood waiting impatiently for the response to Ahmad"s request. Muhammad rushed to the gold watch and the diamond ring inside the fez and grabbed hold of them. Khalil Shawkat had to use force to pry them from his grip. Al-Sayyid Ahmad spent a few moments beset by confusion and anxiety, not knowing what to do, for he was surrounded and even under attack from every side by his beloved grandchildren.
Shortly before the afternoon prayer, the patriarch left the house for his store. His departure allowed the sitting room, where the remaining members of the family were gathered, to enjoy total freedom. It had inherited the role of the abandoned one downstairs and was furnished with the same mat, sofas, and large ceiling lantern. It had become the lounge and coffeehouse for those of the family still living in the old house. No matter how crowded, it had remained tranquil all day long. Now that the only trace of their father was the fragrance of his cologne, it could breathe freely. Their talk grew louder and so did their laughter. Everyone became more animated. The coffee hour once more seemed just like the old days. Amina was sitting cross-legged on a sofa by the coffee utensils. On another couch facing her sat Khadija and Aisha. On a third to the side, Yasin and Kamal were ensconced. Once al-Sayyid Ahmad had left, Ibrahim and Khalil Shawkat joined the party. Ibrahim took a place to the right of their mother-in-law and Khalil one to her left.
Ibrahim had hardly settled there when he addressed Amina affectionately: "G.o.d bless the hands that prepared such appetizing and delicious food for us". Then he glanced around the a.s.sembly with his languid, protruding eyes as though delivering an oration and continued: "Those ca.s.seroles what ca.s.seroles! They"re marvelous in this house. It"s not the ingredients, no matter how delicious and excellent, it"s the way they"re allowed to cook down, more than anything else. It"s an art. It"s a miracle. Find me another ca.s.serole as delicious as those we had today."
Khadija followed his comments attentively. She was torn between applauding his recognition of her mother"s skill and arguing against him, because he was ignoring hers. When he paused to allow his listeners an opportunity to agree with him, she could not restrain herself from saying, "No one would contest that verdict. No one needs to testify on its behalf. But I remember and think it worth consideration that you"ve filled your belly in your own home repeatedly with ca.s.seroles no less skillfully prepared than those we ate today."
Aisha, Yasin, and Kamal all smiled knowingly. Their mother was clearly attempting to overcome her embarra.s.sment and say something that would express her thanks to Ibrahim without offending Khadija. But Khalil Shawkat burst out: "Khadija"s right. Her ca.s.seroles are a blessing to all of us. You better not forget that, brother."
Ibrahim looked back and forth between his wife and his mother-in-law, smiling apologetically. Then he said, "G.o.d forbid that I should fail to acknowledge my indebtedness to my wife, but I was discussing the senior chef". Then he laughed and said, "In any case I was praising the merits of your mother, not mine."
He waited until the laughter provoked by his last remark died down. Then turning toward his mother-in-law, he continued lauding her: "Let"s return to the ca.s.seroles, although why should we confine our remarks to them? In fact all the other dishes were just as delicious and sumptuous. Take, for example, the stuffed potatoes, the mallow greens, the fried rice with giblets, and the a.s.sorted stuffed vegetables. G.o.d Almighty, what chickens! How meaty! Tell me, what do you feed them?"
Khadija answered sarcastically, "Ca.s.seroles! That"s what!"
"I"ll t ave to do penance for a long time and give credit where it is due, but G.o.d is forgiving and compa.s.sionate. In any case, let"s pray that G.o.d grants us many more days of celebration. Congratulations on your baccalaureate, Kamal. G.o.d willing, you"ll have the same good success with your university degree."
Blushing with embarra.s.sment and happiness, Amina said gratefully, "May our Lord give you reason to celebrate for Abd alMuni"m and Ahmad, for Mr. Khalil to rejoice for Na"ima, Uthman, and Muhammad" - then turning to Yasin - "and for Yasin to rejoice for Ridwan."
Kamal was glancing stealthily at Ibrahim and Khalil. On his lipshe had the fixed smile with which he normally concealed his lack of interest in a conversation he did not find to his taste, whenever he felt he ought to partic.i.p.ate, if only by paying attention.
The man was talking about food as though still at the table, intoxicated by greed. Food, food, food why did it deserve all this attention? These two strange men did not appear to have changed with time, as though beyond its reach. Ibrahim today was the same as he had been. He was almost fifty, but the only signs of age were the scarcely noticeable wrinkles under his eyes and at the corners of his mouth or his sedate, serious air, which did not give him the appearance of dignity so much as of lethargy. Not a single hair of hishead or of his twisted mustache had gone gray. His full body was still powerful, firm, and free of flab. The resemblance between the two brothers in appearance, state of health, and their languid gaze was great enough to be comical or a subject for mockery. There were only inconsequential differences, like the cut of their hair. Khalil"s was long and smooth while Ibrahim"s was short. They were both wearing white silk suits, and each had removed his jacket to reveal a silk shirt with gold cuff links gleaming through the b.u.t.tonholes. Their elite status was obvious from their appearance, but nothing else.
In the course of the seven years during which their two families had been joined by marriage, Kamal had been alone with one or the other of the brothers for periods of time but had never had a conversation of any substance with either of them. But what reason was there for criticism? If they had not been like that, would there have been this successful harmony between them and his two sisters? Fortunately scorn was not incompatible with affection, benevolence, and fondness.
Oh it seemed that the conversation about the ca.s.seroles had not ended yet. Here was Mr. Khalil Shawkat preparing to have his say: "My brother Ibrahim did not exceed the truth in what he said. May we never be deprived of those hands. The food was certainly worth boasting about."
Amina secretly loved praise and had suffered bitterly because she was so often deprived of it. She was conscious of her tireless exertions, lovingly and voluntarily expended in the service of her house and family. She had often longed to hear a kind word from her husband, but he was not accustomed to bestowing praise on her. If he did, it was brief and limited to a few exceptional occurrences scarcely worth mentioning. With Ibrahim and Khalil on either side of her, she found herself in a pleasant and unusual situation. It truly delighted her but also embarra.s.sed her so much that she felt uncomfortable. To hide her feelings she said, "Don"t exaggerate, Mr. Khalil. You have a mother whose cooking would make anyone familiar with it steer clear of all other food."
While Khalil proceeded to reiterate his praise, Ibrahim involuntarily turned his eyes toward Khadija, where they met hers. She was staring at him as though she had expected him to look her way and was prepared for it. He smiled victoriously and told his mother-in-law, "Some people would not concede that to you."
Yasin understood this allusion and laughed out loud. The gathering was quickly engulfed in laughter. Even Amina smiled broadly as her torso shook with suppressed giggles. She concealed her mirtji by bowing her head as though to look at her lap. Khadija was the only one whose face remained rigid. She waited until the storm calmed down and then said defiantly, "Our disagreement was not about food and how to cook it. It concerned my right to look after my household myself. And I"m not to be blamed for that."
Those present were reminded of the ancient battle that had flared up during the first year of Khadija"s marriage. It had pitted her against her mother-in-law and concerned the kitchen. The issue had been whether there would be a single kitchen for the entire household under the supervision of the Widow Shawkat or whether Khadija would have her own kitchen as she wanted. It had been a serious quarrel threatening the unity of the Shawkat family. News of it had reached her parents" home on Palace Walk, so that everyone knew about it, except al-Sayyid Ahmad. No one dared tell him about it or any of the other disputes that broke out aLfterwards between the old lady and her daughter-in-law. Khadija had soon realized that she would need to rely on herself alone in the struggle. Her husband was, as she put it, "a slugabed," who was neither for her nor against her. Whenever she prodded him to stand up for her rights, he would entreat her almost playfully, "Lady, spare me the headache". Although he did not come to her defense, he did not silence her either. So she had ventured alone onto the field of battle to oppose the venerable old lady with unexpected daring and stubbornness, which did not disappoint her even in those delicate circ.u.mstances.
The old lady had been amazed by the audacity of this girl at whose birth she had a.s.sisted. Soon the battle had been joined, and anger had flared up. She had proceeded to remind the girl that had it not been for her own generous interest, Khadija could never have hoped in her wildest dreams to win a husband from the Shawkat family. Although in open rebellion, the daughter-in-law had muzzled her rage and insisted on obtaining what she considered her right, without utilizing her notoriously sharp tongue, for she was restrained by respect for the old lady and by fear that her mother-in-law would complain to al-Sayyid Ahmad.
Her cunning had prompted her to incite Aisha to rebel, but she had found that her lazy sister was cowardly and unwilling to become involved, not from love for their mother-in-law but because she preferred the calm and peace she enjoyed to her heart"s content under the tyrannical supervision the old lady imposed on everyone. Khadija had poured out her anger on her sister and accused her of being weak and lazy. Galvanized by her own stubbornness, Khadija had continued her crusade relentlessly and persistently, until the older woman had gotten fed up and grudgingly granted her "gypsy" daughter-in-law an independent kitchen, telling her elder son, "So much for you. You"re a weak man, powerless to discipline your wife. You"re getting your just reward, which is to be deprived of my cooking forever."
So Khadija had gotten her way, retrieving the copper pots and pans that had been part of her trousseau, and Ibrahim had arranged a kitchen for her according to her specifications. But she had alienated her mother-in-law and severed the ties of friendship that had bound them since Khadija was in the cradle. Amina had not been able to tolerate the idea of a dispute but had waited patiently for everyone to calm down. Then she had set to work on the grande dame with the cooperation of Ibrahim and Khalil until a truce was concluded. Yet what kind of truce had it been? It was a truce that would scarcely come into effect before a new skirmish took place, to be followed by another truce. And so on and so forth . Each of them would hold the other woman responsible. To her dismay, Amina was caught between the two. Ibrahim stood by like a neutral party or an observer, as though the matter did not concern him. Whenever he did choose to intervene, he did so listlessly, contenting himself with repeating some word of advice calmly a ad even coldly, paying no attention whatsoever to his mother"s scolding or his wife"s criticism. Had it not been for Amina"s dedication and gentleness, the old lady would have complained to al-Sayyid Ahmad. She reluctantly abandoned that notion and set about venting her wrath by complaining at length to everyone she met, whether family or neighbors. She announced for all to hear that her selection of Khadija to be her son"s wife had been the biggest mistake of her whole life and that she would just have to bear the consequences.
Smiling as though to lighten the impact of his correction, Ibrahim amended Khadija"s statement: "But you weren"t satisfied to get wtiat was rightfully yours. You attacked anything you felt like criticizing, if my memory does not mislead me."
Her hair concealed by a brown scarf, Khadija defiantly raised her head. Staring at her husband with scorn and rage, she asked, "Why should your memory mislead you? Do you have any thoughts or concerns to burden it enough to mislead you? If only everyone else could have a memory as calm, contented, and disinterested as yours! Your memory has not betrayed you, Mr. Ibrahim, but it has betrayed me. The truth is that I did not oppose your mother"s power. It was of no interest to me, and I had no need for it. Praise G.o.d, I know my duties and how to perform them in the best possible way. But I did not like to sit at home while food was carried in from outside, as though we were guests at a hotel. If that weren"t enough, unlike someone I know, I could not bear 1:0 spend my whole day sleeping or playing, while another person looked after my house."
Aisha realized immediately that she was the target of the comment and laughed before Khadija had finished. As though motivated by compa.s.sion, the younger sister commented tenderly, "Do what you think best, and don"t worry about other people or those you know. There"s no reason for you to be unhappy now, for you"re the mistress of your own destiny may Egypt achieve that too. You work from dawn to dusk in the kitchen, the bath, a ad on the roof. At one and the same time you look after the furniture, the chickens, and the children. The maid Suwaydan doesn"t dare approach your apartment or pick up one of your children. My Lord why all this exertion when a little would do?"
Khadija responded with a thrust of her chin, while she fought off a smile betraying her pleasure with Aisha"s comments. Then Yasin commented, "Some people are born to rule and others to serve."
Revealing his overlapping incisors, Khalil Shawkat smiled and said, "Madam Khadija is a sterling example of a housewife, except that she overlooks her right to relaxation."
Ibrahim Shawkat expressed his total agreement: "That"s my opinion exactly. I"ve told her so repeatedly. Finally I decided to keep quiet to spare myself the headache."
Kamal looked at his mother, who was filling Khalil"s cup for the second time. He thought of his father and his dominance. His lips curled up in a smile. Then he looked at Ibrahim with astonishment and commented, "You seem to be afraid of her!"
Shaking his large head, the man replied, "I attempt to avoid trouble whenever I can. Your sister attempts to avoid peace whenever she can."
Khadija shouted, "Listen to this wisdom!" Then pointing at him as though challenging him to disagree, she continued: "You try your best to find a way to sleep."
Giving her a warning look, her mother said, "Khadija!"
Ibrahim patted his mother-in-law on the shoulder and remarked, "This goes on all the time at home but see for yourself."
Yasin was looking back and forth between the powerful, chubby Khadija and the slender, delicate Aisha in a way intended to draw people"s attention to them. Then he said incredulously, "You"ve told us that Khadija works nonstop from dawn till dusk, but where"s the evidence of this toil? She looks like the loafer, and Aisha the worker."
To ward off the evil eye, Khadija spread her fingers apart and held up her hand with the palm facing Yasin, reciting, "And from the evil of the envious person in his envy" (Qur"an 113:5).
Aisha was not satisfied with the turn the conversation had recently taken. A look of protest was apparent in her clear blue eyes. Ignoring the point of Yasin"s remark and feeling a little jealous, she hastened to defend her slimness: "Plumpness is no longer in fashion nowadays". Sensing that Khadija"shead was turning her way, Aisha corrected herself: "Or at least, many think slimness as fashionable as plumpness."
Khadija commented scornfully, "Slenderness is in vogue among women who can"t gain weight."
Kamal"sheart pounded when the word "slenderness" reached his ears. From his unconscious mind the image of a tall figure with a slender-build sprang into his imagination. Hisheart danced to a spiritual music inspiring raptures. A pure delight captivated him. Within that deep, calm dream he forgot himself, his location, and the time. He did not know how long it was before he became aware of a dark shadow of sadness, which frequently trailed along after his dreams. It did not arrive as an intrusive stranger or an incompatible element but flowed into his splendid dream like one of the threads from which it was woven or a melody forming part of its harmony. He sighed profoundly and then with his dreamy eyes glanced at the faceshe had loved for as long as he could remember. They seemed in one way or another to be challenged by her beauty, especially the fair-complexioned one of his sister Aisha. H e had once thirsted to drink from the place her lips had touched on the cup. He was embarra.s.sed and almost unhappy to recall that, for he felt he should be devoted to no type of beauty save that of his beloved, even if other varieties might merit his affection and love.
"I don"t like slenderness, not even in men," Khadija continued. "Look at Kamal! He ought to gain some weight. Brother, learning"s not all there is to life."
Kamal listened to her with a scornful smile. He was examining her body, with its folds of fat and flesh, and her face, which had become so plump that its defects were no longer apparent. He was amazed by the happiness and victory her appearance conveyed but did not feel inclined to debate with her.
Yasin responded with defiant sarcasm: "Then, Khadija, you must like my looks a lot. Don"t try to deny it."
His right leg was folded under him while his left one extended to the floor. It was hot and he had opened the collar of his house shirt. Tufts of the thick black hair of his chest could be seen above the wide neck of his undershirt. Khadija cast a penetrating look at him before replying, "But you"ve overdone it just a tad, and the fat"s gone to your brain. So that"s an entirely different question!"
As though at a loss for an answer, Yasin sighed and turned to ask Ibrahim Shawkat sympathetically and compa.s.sionately, "Tell me how you survive, caught between a wife like this and your mother?"
Ibrahim lit a cigarette, took a drag on it, and exhaled, puffing out his cheeks. He thus joined his brother Khalil, who had not removed his pipe from his mouth except to speak, in polluting the air of the sitting room. Then he responded with apparent disinterest, "I act as though one of my ears was made of clay and the other of dough. This is what I"ve learned from experience."
Looking at Yasin, Khadija commented in a loud voice that showed how angry she was, "Experience has nothing to do with it. I swear by your life with me that experience hasn"t taught you this. The fact is that our Lord gave him a temperament as smooth as Uncle Badr the Turk"s ice cream. Even if the minaret of al-Husayn Mosque started shaking, not a hair of hishead would be ruffled."
Amina raised her head and gave Khadija a critical, warning look until the daughter smiled and lowered her eyes as if embarra.s.sed. Then Khalil Shawkat said with gentle pride, "This is the temperament of the Shawkat family. It"s an imperial one. Isn"t that so?"
Although Khadija laughed to lighten the impact of her words, she remarked pointedly, "Unfortunately for me, Mr. Khalil, your mother did not inherit this "imperial" temperament."
Amina"s patience was exhausted, and she shot back, "Your mother-in-law has no equal. She is a lady in every sense of the word."
With a gleam in his protruding eyes, Ibrahim tilted hishead to the left to gaze down at his wife. Then, sighing victoriously, he said, "A witness from her own family has testified. G.o.d bless you, Mother-in-law". Then he addressed the whole a.s.sembly: "You"re all aware that my mother"s getting on in years. She"s at an age when she needs to be treated with consideration and restraint, and my wife knows nothing of the latter."
Khadija was quick to defend herself: "I don"t get angry unless there"s a reason. I"ve never been an irritable person. My family"s present. You can ask them."
Silence prevailed. The members of her family did not know what to say until a laugh escaped from Kamal. They all looked at him, and he could not keep from saying, "Dear Khadija is the most irritable self-restrained person I"ve ever known."
Yasin found enough nerve to add, "Or the most self-restrained irritable person, and only G.o.d knows for sure."
Khadija waited for the gale of laughter occasioned by these remarks to quiet down before gesturing toward Kamal as she shook her head regretfully. She said, "I"ve been betrayed by someone I held on my lap more often than I have my own sons, Ahmad and Abd al-Muni"m."
Kama] replied somewhat apologetically, "I don"t think I"ve revealed a secret ."
Amina changed sides to defend Khadija, who appeared to be in trouble. With a smile she said, "Only G.o.d the Exalted is perfect."
With equal suavity, Ibrahim Shawkat remarked, "You"re right. My wife has virtues that must not be overlooked. G.o.d"s curse on anger, which strikes the angry person first of all. In my opinion there"s nothing in the world worth getting angry about."
"How lucky you are!" Khadija said with a laugh. "That"s why -and I dou"t envy you no matter how many years pa.s.s, you"re impervious to change."
For the first time Amina"s serious disapproval was evident. To v/arn Khadija she said, "May our Lord preserve his youth and that of others like him."
Making no attempt to conceal his pleasure at his mother-in-law"s prayer, Ibrahim laughingly asked, "Youth?"
Addressing his remarks to Amina, Khalil Shawkat responded, "In our family, forty-nine is considered young."
Amina said apprehensively, "Don"t talk like that. Let"s be done with it."
Khadija smiled at her mother"s evident anxiety, for she knew what motivated it. Any frank expression of praise for a person"shealth was disliked in the old house, because it showed an ignor-auce of the dangers of the evil eye. Even Khadija herself would not have referred to her husband"s good health if she had not spent the last six years with the Shawkats, who paid little more than lip service to many beliefs, such as the danger of envy and the evil eye. They also delved fearlessly into various subjects, such as the jinn"s conduct, death, and ill health, which were not discussed in her old home, because of the residents" anxiety and caution.
The tie between Ibrahim and Khadija was firmer than it appeared on the surface and was not something a casual word or deed would harm. They were a successful couple, and each of them sensed deep inside that he could not do without the other, regardless of flaws. Strangely enough, it was when Ibrahim fell sick once that Khadija was able to reveal the love and devotion she harbored for him.
Yes, there was always some quarrel going on between them, at least from her side. His mother was not her only target. Despite his diplomacy and calmness, she was never at a loss for something to criticize about him how much he slept, the way he lounged at home instead of going to work, his dismissal of any consideration of a career, his endless chatter, and the way he ignored domestic quarrels and disputes. According to Aisha, days and days would pa.s.s when her sister"s conversation was totally given over to suspicious and acid remarks about him.
In spite of all this, or perhaps because of it for an argument may improve a relationship like cayenne pepper, which adds zest to food their emotional commitment to each other remained strong and uninfluenced by moments of apparent annoyance with each other. It was like a deep current in the water that keeps a steady course, unaffected by surface turbulence or spray. Moreover, it took little effort for her husband to appreciate her exertion, evidence of which was everywhere in his sparkling residence, delicious meals, smart clothing, and tidy sons.
He would tease her and say, "The truth is that you"re a treasure, you gypsy."
His mother"s opinion of Khadija"s energetic activity was quite different, and she did not hesitate to make it public during their frequent quarrels. She had told her daughter-in-law sarcastically, "This is a virtue for maids to brag about, not ladies."
Khadija had shot back, "The only vocation you people have is eating and drinking. The true master of a house is the person who takes care of it."
In the same scornful tone, the old lady had replied, "If they instilled such ideas in you at home, it was to conceal their opinion that you would never be good for anything except domestic service."
Then the younger woman had screamed, "I know why you"re furious with me. I"ve known ever since I refused to let you push me around in my own home."
The mother-in-law had shrieked, "My Lord, I testify that al-Sayyid Ahmad Abd al-Jawad is a fine man, but he"s fathered a she devil. I deserve to be beaten with a slipper as punishment for picking you."
Khadija had gone off murmuring under her breath so the other woman would not hear, "You certainly deserve to be beaten with a slipper. I won"t disagree with that."
Yasin looked at Aisha. Smiling mischievously, he said, "How happy you are, Aisha. You"re on good terms with all factions."
Khadija perceived the veiled allusion to her in this remark. Shaking her shoulders disdainfully, she scolded him: "A troublemaker is trying to stir up dissension between two sisters."
"Me?