Chapter 8
Um Sabir collapses into a frantic ritual, beating her breast and screaming, “His right hand? Oh no, I can’t stand it!” She rushes between kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, then stops amid a cluttered room to moan, “How will we eat?” Adil attempts to comfort her with “God will provide,” but she fixates on the “evil eye” she believes has struck Abu Sabir, blaming it for the loss of his hand. She laments their past prosperity, the impending sale of her gold bracelets, and the perpetual curfew, recalling past fears of Jews and curfew enforcement.
She dresses for departure: a black coat over a soiled housecoat, tied at the waist with a nylon stocking; black shoes; a black scarf around her head. As she and Adil leave, she gives a list of instructions to her eldest daughter—watch the soup, cut bread into squares, bring in the washing before rain, tell Um Badawi to burn alum and consult beads to ward the evil eye, and request a Samaritans amulet.
Abu Sabir, half‑conscious, notes he still has a thumb and a half‑finger, calling it “better than nothing,” and resolves to trust God. Um Sabir’s mood lifts slightly; she reassures him that he is alive, that their son Sabir will soon take over, and praises his wife’s prayers as “morphine‑like.” She then asks for “tales of glory,” specifically an Abu Zayd story, which Adil cannot provide, prompting an apology.
Adil retreats downstairs, his personal grief expanding into a collective, octopus‑like sorrow. He contemplates the endless burdens: an indebted farm, an insatiable kidney dialysis machine, his father’s idle throne in a reception room among notables, and the workers’ curses and obscene gestures towards the “inter‑Arab aid for Palestine.” He hears Farid al‑Atrash on the radio mourning his own birth and hears Kissinger’s prophetic commentary. Notables continue their technical discussions at the soap factory while Um Sabir repeatedly recites the Throne Verse, muttering, “If only it was his left hand!” The chapter ends with Adil’s bleak meditation on his father’s renal colic, the impossible cost of medical care, the dying farm, the lingering dog, and the pervasive refrain “Sink in the mud, Palestine, and kiss the world goodbye.”