The day the leader was killed

Randa Sulayman Mubarak

Six pairs of eyes whirling in a cesspool of confusion: my eyes in my mother’s eyes, my eyes in my father’s, and my mother’s in my father’s — all drawing away from each other furtively. My mother was shocked to see me walk in at that time of night. Her face grew pale, reflecting the color of my own face. My father was asleep, covered with a sheet.

“Randa, what happened?” she whispered.

We stood in the center of the hall, and all my pent-up emotions suddenly gushed out at one go:

“I’m getting a divorce!”

I told her the whole story in detail. My father was told about it in bits and pieces after breakfast.

“We can’t possibly see things eye to eye,” I told him.

My mother then started telling him about the guests and the drinking. His face was flushed with anger.

“Take it easy on your health,” I said.

“I now understand everything. If only I had the strength, I would’ve shown him.”

“How come you didn’t see through him?”

“Everyone has secrets which he conceals. I shan’t deny that I was fooled.”

“We’d better consult a lawyer.”

“That’s the best way to spread the scandal. Actually, he’s conceded to all my rights without the least objection,” I said.

“This quick divorce may tempt evil tongues to gossip about you.”

“I can take that, and pretty soon it will all be forgotten.”

Although none of my colleagues said anything, I could sense that the place was fraught with questions, particularly on Elwan’s part. I was exceedingly angry with him.

“I’m very unhappy,” he whispered one day when we were alone.

“Why?” I inquired coldly.

“Maybe it’s a feeling of guilt.”

“You’ve nothing to do with what happened.”

“I still love you,” he said, averting his eyes from me.

“I don’t want to hear this word, please!” I said sharply.

As time went by, everything seemed to aggravate me, even my own anger. I began to feel as sorry for him as I was for myself. I even began to wonder how things were going between him and Gulstan. Would he marry her one day? What’s wrong with that? The woman may be better than her brother. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her. And she obviously wants him. Damn it, she loves him! Who would’ve thought that one day we would have parted? Who would’ve thought that our big hopes would have frittered away like a handful of dust? One day, as we were getting ready to leave, he whispered:

“I’m dying to have a few words with you.”

My immense desire to talk to him made me as silent as the grave. So we went to the Pyramids Resthouse, where we had some sandwiches with our tea, and kept staring at each other foolishly.

“What are your plans?” he asked.

“I’m living without plans or dreams, which gives me peace of mind,” I said quite simply.

“Me too, but Grandpa says that suddenly — ”

I interrupted him. “Forget about your grandfather and his quotable quotes. They’re of no use to us. When will you marry Gulstan?”

“Who said that?” he inquired, glowering.

“Just a question.”

“I don’t sell myself.”

“You therefore think I sold myself?”

“No, it’s a different matter. It’s not unusual for a girl to marry a man older than herself, hut the opposite…“ he replied hurriedly.

He scrutinized me carefully.

“Why did your marriage break up?” he then asked. I had a genuine desire to confess the truth to him, to

him in particular, rather than to anyone else.

“Promise not to whisper a word to a single soul?” On my word of honor.”

So I let out all the feelings bottled up within me. “The bastard!” he suddenly cried out. “The time for anger is over. But please don’t forget

your promise.”

“It’s beyond one’s wildest imagination.” “More amazing things have been heard though.”