Sugar Street by Naguib Mahfouz

Author:Naguib Mahfouz [Mahfouz, Naguib]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: nepalifiction, TPB
Published: 2011-10-17T20:15:30+00:00

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SEATED IN a large chair on the latticed balcony, al-Sayyid Ahmad Abd al-Jawad gazed alternately at the street and at al-Ahram, the newspaper spread across his lap. The gaps between the spindles of the latticework allowed patches of light to fall on his ample house shirt and on his skullcap. He had left the door to his room open so he could hear the radio from the sitting room. He appeared gaunt and wasted, and the dull look in his eyes suggested sorrowful resignation. From his perch on the balcony, he seemed to be discovering the street for the first time. In the past, he had never experienced it from this angle. Back then, he had slept most of the time he was at home. Nowadays the only amusement he had left, except for the radio, was sitting on the balcony and peering out between the spindles to the north and the south. It was a lively, charming, and entertaining street. Moreover, it had a special character distinguishing it from al-Nahhasin, which he had observed for roughly half a century from his shop, the one he had owned. Here were the establishments of Hasanayn the barber, Darwish the bean seller, al-Fuli the milkman, Bayumi the drinks vendor, and Abu Sari’, who grilled snacks. Known for their location on this street, they were also the features by which Palace Walk was identified.

“What good companions and neighbors … I wonder how old these men are. Hasanayn the barber has a good build, the kind that rarely shows a man’s age. Almost nothing about him has changed except his hair, but he’s certainly over fifty. God’s grace has preserved these men’s health. And Darwish? Bald … he always was. But he’s in his sixties. What a powerful body he has! I was like that when I was sixty, but now I’m sixty-seven. That’s old! I’ve had my clothes cut down to fit what’s left of my body. When I look at the photo hanging in my room, I can’t believe I’m that same person. Poor blind al-Fuli is younger than Darwish. Without his apprentice, he wouldn’t be able to make his rounds. Abu Sari’ is an old man. Old? But he’s still working. None of them has given up his shop. It’s a shattering experience for a man to abandon his store. Afterward all you have left is sitting in your house, staying home day and night. If only I could go out for an hour every day! I have to wait for Friday and then I need both my stick and Kamal to assist me. Praise God, Lord of the universe, in any case. Bayumi’s the youngest of them and the luckiest. His prominence began with Maryam’s mother, and mine ended with her. Today he owns the most modern building in the neighborhood. That’s what became of Mr. Muhammad Ridwan’s home. Where it once stood, Bayumi has built a juice shop lit by electricity. A man’s good fortune may start with a woman’s treachery.

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