stories.
I have witnessed only the most recent events, which have
happened i n my own lifetime, but I have recorded everything
as it is related by our nu merous bards. Everyone in our Alley
tells these tales, just as they have been heard i n the local cafe
or handed down in the fami ly, and such have been my only
sources. There are so many occasions that call for the stories
to be told. Whenever people suffer trouble or oppression or
i njustice, they point to the Great House at the head of the AIIey
where it meets the desert, and say sadly: There stands our
Ancestor's house. We are all his children and we all have a right
to his Trust. Why shou ld we be hungry and wretched? ' Then
they start telling the stories of the glorious sons of our Alley:
Adham, Gebel, Rifaa and Qaasim.
This Ancestor of ours is a riddle. He lived so much longer
than a human bei ng can hope for or even conceive that he
became proverbial. He had been shut away in his house long
ago because of his age, and si nce then no one had seen him at
all. The legend of his isolation and longevity defies understanding, and imagi nation or wishful thinking no doubt helped it to grow. Be that as it may, he was called Gebelaawi or 'Old
Man ofthejebel', and our Alley is named after him. He was the
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Founder of its Trust Fund and the master of all that stood on
its soil and of all the property around the nearby desert.
I once heard a man say of him: 'From him came our Alley,
from which came Cairo, mother of the world. He lived here
alone when i t was a desolate wasteland and mastered it by the
strength of his arm and by his standing with the Governor.
Time will not bring another like him. He was a strongman so
tough that wild animals cri nge at the mention of him.' I heard
someone else say of him: ' He was truly a strongman, but not
like the others. He never extorted protection money from
anyone, nor did he strut about the world proudly, and he was
merciful to the weak. ' Then came a time when a few people
spoke of him in ways unworthy of his power and position; such
is the way of the world.
I myself have always found conversation about him fascinating, never dull. How often it has made me walk round the Great House in the hope of catch ing a glimpse of him, but
always in vai n ! How often I have stood in fron t of the huge gate,
gazing at the stuffed crocodi le mounted over i t! How often I
have sat i n Muqattam Desert, not far from the great wall, able
to see only the tops of the mulberry and fig and palm trees that
screen the house, and a few shuttered windows that show no
sign of life!
Was it not sad to have such an ancestor without our ever
seeing him, nor he us? Was it not strange that he should be
hidden away in this great, locked house, while we lived i n the
dust? If you ask what brought us all to such a pass you will at
once hear the stories of Ad ham, Gebel, Rifaa and Qaasim. You
will learn nothing to comfort your heart or ease your mind. As
I have said, no one saw our Ancestor after his withdrawal, but
that did not matter at all to most people. From the beginning
they were interested only i n his Trust and in the famous Ten
Clauses, about which so much has been said. This is the source
of the conflict that has been raging ever since I was born, which
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has grown more dangerous with every generation up till this
one - and the next.
I do not want any sarcastic comment when I point ou t that
our people have always been one family, into which no outsider has married. Everyone knows everyone, both men and women, yet no alley has seen such savage feuds as ours, nor has
conflict divided its people as it has ours. For each person who
tries to do good you will fi nd ten strongmen brandishing their
cudgels and looking for a fight, so people are accustomed to
buyi ng securi ty with protection money and peace with su bmission and degradati on. They are severely punished for the