"Escaping!" Amm Abduh replied. "I came here one day, a long time ago, riding on top of a train."
"Where did you come from!"
"Oh . . ."
"And from what crime were you fleeing?"
"Well . . ."
He was determined to forget. Perhaps he really had come to Cairo on the run from some crime. Perhaps he was carried to the city on the wave of revolution in 1919. And now he no longer knew; and so no one knew at all.
"Are you a serious man, Amm Abduh?" he asked, still teasing.
"Ah!"
"Do you not know that Samara is a new Prophet?"
"Almighty God forgive you!"
"And she has an army behind her, to wage war on Nothingness, and march forward!"
"Where to?" asked the simple Amm Abduh.
"To prison--or to the madhouse."
Amm Abduh left for the sunset prayer. "Where shall I find a cat for all the rats on the embankment?" he murmured to himself as he left.
The friends arrived shortly afterward, earlier than usual in celebration of the holiday. Anis set about his usual business. They talked, for some of the time, about their personal affairs. Ragab announced that he planned to raise his asking fee to five thousand pounds per film, and Khalid congratulated him, for reaffirming in this way his loyalty to Arab socialism. Ragab laughed, but made no comment. He began instead to talk about Sana, how she was appearing with Ra'uf at parties and at the studios as his fiancée. Ragab was sure that this engagement would not end in marriage. Layla wondered how long the serious one's seat would remain unoccupied.
"She came back yesterday from a press tour of the industrial zone," Ali said. "She will probably come tonight."
"Tell us the truth," said Khalid to Ragab. "What is your relationship with her?"
Ragab smiled.
"Are you meeting in some little bachelor apartment behind our backs?" Khalid pursued.
"Certainly not--you must believe me! There are no secrets between us here!"
"In that case, you must now admit defeat for the first time in your life."
"Not at all. I'm just not launching my attack quite yet, so I can relive my memories of Platonic love!"
"So there is love?"
"Of course."
"On your part as well?"
He took a deep drag on the pipe, and exhaled in a leisurely fashion. "I am not devoid of love," he said at last.
"Love, Ragab style?" Saniya inquired.
"Yes, but a new model."
"This means that it is essentially nothing."
"Let's wait and see."
"She is truly beautiful," Ahmad said.
"But she has a strong personality," said Ali.
"Which is a somewhat repellent characteristic in a woman," said Saniya, at which Layla fixed her with a disapproving look, so she cheerfully amended: "Well, it can be, sometimes."
"The more impregnable the fortress, the greater the glory of those who take her," said Ragab.
"But the atom bomb takes no account of fortresses or conquerors," said Layla.
"She has turned down a splendid marriage," said Ahmad. "That deserves admiration in itself."
"Don't prejudge the matter!" said Saniya. She turned to Ragab. "Has she not referred to marriage at all?"
"Sometimes marriage comes without anyone referring to it, like death," he replied.
"Tell me truly, could you seriously contemplate marriage?"
He paused for a moment before saying: "No." His hesitation made a deep impression on everyone. Why don't I put the brazier out on the balcony and have my own fire festival? Its blaze is immortal, unlike that of false stars. But women are like the dust, known not only by their rich scent but by the way they seep and settle into you. Cleopatra, for all her amours, never divulged the secret of her heart. The love of a woman is like political theater: there is no doubt about the loftiness of its goal, but you wonder about the integrity of it. No one benefits from this houseboat like the rats and the cockroaches and the geckos. And nothing bursts in unannounced through your door like grief. And yesterday the dawn said to me when it broke that really it had no name.
He listened to them discussing domestically produced meat and Russian fish and hard currency and the balance of payments. Then they all roared with laughter; and the boat shook, announcing a newcomer. Silence reigned. "Here comes the bride!" Saniya murmured.
Samara sauntered gaily in, and shook hands with them warmly as a festival greeting. She was eagerly asked about the trip, and replied that it was splendid, and that they should all go on one like it in order to be created anew. Khalid let his eyes wander over those present and then wondered aloud: "Do you think we could be created anew?"
They exchanged looks, and then were convulsed with laughter. "It's your fault!" Mustafa said. "You have failed to reveal the secret of your seriousness and zeal!"
"I will not fall into that trap!"
"It is clear that you are of the old faith like us, and--also like us--of the class that is sliding toward the abyss. So how, in the light of that, have you come upon the meaning of life? Won't you tell us at least what it is?"
She hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It's life itself that is important, not the meaning."
