The Islamic Garden
Two Small Words - Maa'Lesh!
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With these words arguments are prevented,
fights are stopped, engagements are cancelled and traffic jams begin to
move. These
two small words can change the course of inflexible obstinacy that
indeed
reflects the hard rocks, crumbling stone and shifting sand of the land
of the
Pharaohs.
As the
pressures of modern
Nothing compares to the beauty of the
ocean
crashing upon a sandy shore, but when the beach is a forest of beach
umbrellas,
unstable chairs and circles of families with picnic baskets and
coolers;
wall-to-wall humanity masking the picturesque view of the sea, the
astounded
foreigner will complain in vain of not being able to sit and see the
sea.
Standing on tippy-toes he can see some waves; enough to make him sigh
with
delight as he remembers the traffic jams of
Now back to the city. If you close
your eyes
you will feel the rhythm of
Traffic
congestion in
Now,
our foreign friend has arrived at his
destination. He checked the street name and it is the right one!
Moreover, there
really is a number on the front of the building he has been looking
for! Now he
turns his attention to parking his car somewhere until he runs his
errand. He
sees a space up ahead. This is his lucky day! Just as he is parking his
car in
the narrow space an old gentleman wearing a long worn-out looking
galabeya and
a small white hat smiles a broad brown-teethed smile, and says in
Arabic,
'Maa'Lesh ya Pasha! You can't park here."
"Why
not?" insists our frazzled
foreign friend.
"This
space belongs to that
building."
"But
I'm going into that building,"
demands the foreigner with white knuckles grasping the steering wheel
in a
frantic bid to take the space.
"It
belongs to an important gentleman
living there. I have to keep it for him or he will be angry."
Our
foreign friend doesn't like the thought of
getting anyone into trouble so he scratches his head and asks if there
could
possibly be another place?
The old man smiles and points a long bony
finger to an empty space with a huge cement brick blocking the way for
anyone
to park there.
"But
it's barricaded!" says the
foreigner disappointed.
"It
only costs LE 5," nods the old
man squinting his eyes in expectation.
"But
hang on," said the foreigner,
"this one is not blocked but that one is, so if this one is reserved,
shouldn't it be blocked?"
"I
don't need to block this one because
I'm here," says the old man laughing, holding out his hand for the cash.
Not
quite sure what to do and nearly late for
his appointment the foreigner hands the old man the cash and waits til
he
pushes the cement brick out of the way then parks his car and races to
his
appointment with a distinct feeling that he has just been ripped off.
Just
as he enters the building and disappears
up the stairs, another car drives along the street and starts to back
into the
empty space that the foreigner has just vacated. The old man approaches
him
shaking his head and telling him, "You're not allowed to park here!"
The
man, an Egyptian, just smiles, turns off
the motor and says, "Maa'Lesh."
First published Africa Perspective newspaper,
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