by Lilas Taha
Marwan stopped the car. Another jet roared by. He craned his neck out the window. ‘Those are our jetfighters. Chasing the Israeli pilot away.’
Nadia unlaced her fingers and lifted her head. ‘Ours? Are you sure?’
‘Certain.’
She straightened her back. ‘But they said on the radio we don’t have any planes left.’
‘I guess some were spared. I saw one jetfighter in the air on my way over, and now those two.’ Marwan draped one arm over the steering wheel. ‘Not that it will make any godda . . . any difference now.’ He stared at the sky. ‘It’s all over.’
‘Did you learn anything about Omar?’
‘Omar’s regiment was sent to the battle front with the first wave.’
Nadia inhaled a sharp breath.
‘I will keep searching.’
‘And your cousins?’
‘Two are back already. They didn’t get to do anything. The retreat happened before they made it to the front lines.’ He started the car again. ‘Still trying to find the third one.’
‘I want Omar to come home.’ Nadia’s lower lip quivered.
‘He will.’ Marwan breathed out his words, doubting he sounded reassuring.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. ‘I can’t believe three armies lost the war in what? Six days?’ Her blue ribbon came undone, fell to her shoulder and slipped between the two seats.
Marwan’s eyes followed the escaping ribbon. He inserted two fingers in the small space, extracted the ribbon and tucked it in his shirt pocket. Roaming his eyes over Nadia, he worried about her disheveled appearance: her hair a big mess, her dress soiled and stained, her white shoes caked with what must have been dried blood. He killed the car engine.
Nadia opened her eyes. ‘Is it not safe to drive yet?’
‘Do you know if Shareef is home?’
‘No idea. He went to check on the neighbors before I left. He should be back by now, why?’
Marwan averted his eyes to the side. ‘I can’t take you home.’
‘Something wrong?’
‘We should stop at my house first.’
Nadia jerked upright. ‘Just who do you think I am?’
‘My sisters will be there, I swear. I want them to come with us.’
‘Why?’
‘People shouldn’t see you leaving my car without a chaperone. Shareef in particular.’ Marwan dropped his gaze to his lap. ‘Sorry for being blunt, but I know how his mind works. I will not put you in a position where you would have to explain yourself to Shareef, or to anyone else.’
Nadia put her hand on the door handle. ‘I don’t believe this. We’re in the middle of a mess and that is where your mind goes.’
‘Shareef is the one who will think that, looking for an excuse to get in my face.’
‘I don’t see why he would. You helped him with his marriage, didn’t you?’
‘He doesn’t see it that way.’
‘What do you mean?’
Marwan regretted his words the instant he uttered them, unsure of how much Nadia knew of his role in pushing Shareef to honor his obligation to Sameera. Help was not the right word. He did assist Omar in trapping and beating Shareef, if one wanted to be accurate. ‘No man likes to be indebted in such matters.’
‘I will never understand men.’ She pushed open the door. ‘I’ll walk home.’
‘That solves nothing. You think I would have you walk alone in this chaos?’
Nadia placed one foot on the ground.
He grabbed her wrist. ‘Listen. You don’t have to go into my house. Stay in the car. I will have my sisters come out to you.’
She glared at him. ‘Let me go.’
Marwan withdrew his hand and placed it on his chest. ‘You don’t know the kind of man I am. Omar asked me to watch out for you while he’s gone, and that’s what I intend to do.’
At the mention of Omar’s name, Nadia paused. ‘Watch out for me?’ She flung her hands in the air and burst out, ‘I’m not a child anymore.’
‘Precisely my point.’ Marwan’s voice shook. He took a deep breath. ‘On my honor. I’m thinking of your best interest.’
Hesitation seeped into her eyes. ‘How far is it to your house from here?’
‘Half an hour, but with this mayhem, it might take longer.’
‘I’m sitting in the back.’
Marwan parked the car at the opening of a narrow alley. He pointed down the way. ‘The car won’t fit through here. My house is the second door to the right.’ He left the car. ‘I’ll be right back.’
A couple of minutes later, a tall girl carrying a large bag walked up the alley. She opened the passenger door and slipped inside, a gentle smile on her face. ‘Hello, Nadia. I’m Rihab. Remember me?’
‘Huda’s friend.’
‘We met at Fatimah’s wedding.’ Rihab handed over the bag. ‘I brought you a wrap-around skirt. I hope it fits over your soiled dress.’ She signaled with her hand toward the house. ‘Want me to get you slippers?’
‘Thank you, no need for slippers. This skirt is enough.’ Nadia lifted her hands to her hair. ‘I could use a hair tie. I lost my ribbon on the street.’
Rihab dug in her purse and handed over a hair tie and a comb. ‘Hurry, Nadia. We have nosy neighbors.’
Nadia wrapped the skirt around her waist, braided her hair and did the best she could to put her looks in order. ‘I’m ready.’
Rihab honked the car horn twice. Marwan left the house, two girls ahead of him. The girls, younger than Nadia, introduced themselves before they joined her in the back. Marwan threw a quick glance toward Nadia and then started the car. Rihab tried to strike a conversation on the way. Nadia remained quiet. She spent the time comparing Rihab’s tranquil nature to Huda’s abrasive one. Both women had the ability to take charge and solve problems, each in her unique way. What kind of woman was she turning out to be? A helpless one in need of someone like Marwan to watch over her? A pathetic weak woman?
Everyone climbed up the stairs to Nadia’s apartment, Marwan a considerable distance behind the girls.
Mama opened the door. ‘Alhamdullilah. What took you so long?’ She took in Nadia’s strange appearance. ‘Huda called from the hospital about an hour ago. Said you were on your way here.’
‘My fault.’ Rihab placed her hands on her sisters’ shoulders. ‘I made Marwan promise to come back home as soon as he dropped everyone off at the hospital. I was worried. It’s a mess out there. How is Fatimah?’
‘Better. The baby too. Fatimah might spend the rest of her pregnancy in bed, I’m afraid.’ Mama held Nadia by the arms. ‘What happened to you?’
‘I’ll explain later,’ Nadia whispered. ‘We should thank Marwan for his help.’
‘Where is he?’
‘Behind us on the stairs,’ Rihab said.
Mama pushed Rihab aside and craned her neck out the door. ‘Come up, Marwan,’ she called out.
Marwan hurried his steps.
‘Please, come in, come in.’ Mama gestured toward the living room. ‘This whole business is so upsetting. I asked Shareef to take Sameera to her family. I couldn’t handle more of her crying. He should be back any minute now.’
Salma and Farah came in. They greeted Marwan’s younger sisters with enthusiasm.
Nadia ran into her room, changed her dress and shoes and came back out with Rihab’s skirt in a plastic bag.
‘We need to get going.’ Marwan took the bag from her hands. ‘I have to check on my store. Need anything? Do you have enough candles? Bread?’
‘We have enough.’ Mama held Marwan’s right hand with both of hers. ‘I don’t know what would have happened to Fatimah if it were not for you. Thank you.’
‘No need. No need.’
‘Can the girls stay for a bit?’ Mama added with a hopeful smile. ‘We could use some distraction.’
Marwan’s eyes met Rihab’s. He raised his eyebrows. She nodded.
It reminded Nadia of the way Omar checked with Fatimah
before making a decision. Shareef never did that with her or any of their sisters. A stab of jealousy mingled with shame in Nadia’s chest. When would Omar come home?
Marwan headed for the door. ‘I’ll be back in a couple of hours.’
Nadia followed him. ‘I’m thankful for all your help.’ She opened the door.
‘Let me know when Fatimah is ready to go home. I’ll be happy to drive.’ Marwan stepped out and almost ran into Shareef.
Shareef darted his eyes back and forth between them. ‘Drive her where?’ He thrust his chin toward Marwan. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Dropping off your sister.’ Marwan squared his shoulders and inflated his chest, his stance combative.
‘The hell you were.’ Shareef’s voice gained momentum.
Nadia grabbed Shareef’s arm. ‘Come, meet Marwan’s sisters. We all just got here.’ She pulled Shareef into the house. Before she closed the door, her eyes connected with Marwan’s. He broke into a wide smile with a ‘told-you-so’ expression clear on his face.
Late that afternoon, Marwan dropped flat on his bed. He rubbed exhaustion out of his eyes, telling himself he would rest for ten minutes before heading out again. He had spent most of the day at the military hospital, distributing supplies and talking to injured soldiers. He had tried to lift their spirits, but the reality they all faced couldn’t be downplayed. They had lost their healthy bodies, many of their friends, their pride and, most importantly, they had lost the war. Nevertheless, Marwan had tried his best to tell them they were welcome back, that the real culprits of this catastrophic failure would be held accountable. Words had bounced off the walls and landed void of real meaning on the soldiers’ bandaged bodies. Marwan had kept at it, thinking that if he repeated his words enough times, he too might believe them.
He had asked about his cousin and Omar. One of the soldiers, blinded with a long scar across his face, told him he had heard Omar’s name mentioned before he was transferred from Quneitra, the closest military hospital behind the Golan Heights retreat line.
Still on his back, Marwan checked his watch. Close to five. He should call Shareef to let him know the news, offer to take him on the two-hour drive. Setting the tension between them aside, he had no doubt Shareef would want to see Omar.
Rihab entered his room carrying a food tray. ‘You’re not going anywhere before you eat something.’
Ever since they lost their parents, Rihab had taken the role of a mother, taking care of his younger sisters and running the household, leaving him to mind their father’s business. She set the tray on his desk and sat next to him.
‘Can’t you wait until tomorrow to go? You look terrible.’
‘I’ll be fine.’ He stretched his arms over his head and arched his back.
‘What is this?’ Rihab pulled out the blue ribbon from his shirt pocket.
Springing upright, Marwan snatched the ribbon from her hand.
‘It’s a girl’s hair ribbon. Nadia’s?’ Rihab’s voice lacked the compassionate tone he was used to hearing.
‘Is it? I found it in the car.’ He tried to sound truthful.
‘She thought she lost it in the street. I’m sure it’s hers.’
Marwan rubbed the ribbon between his fingers a few times. He placed it on his nightstand. ‘Return it to Nadia next time you see her.’ He kept his eyes cast down like a boy caught hiding his sister’s doll under his blanket.
‘I’m not the one who found it.’ Rihab pushed off the bed. ‘If anyone should return it, it should be you.’ She walked to the door and turned on her heels. ‘I doubt she will miss it.’
Marwan lifted his eyes. Rihab stared at him with such intensity he thought she might x-ray his chest to get to his heart. She knew. His sister knew he intended to keep the ribbon and she was giving him permission.
‘You like Nadia, don’t you?’
Marwan nodded, too self-conscious to say anything under his sister’s scrutiny.
‘Enough to think about a future with her?’
He jumped to his feet. ‘What else?’
‘If that’s the case, you should smooth things over with Shareef.’ Rihab’s tone returned to its usual warmth. ‘He’s the one with the final say. You must know that?’
Marwan cleared his throat.
‘I’ll pave the way with Huda. When you’re ready.’
He strode over to give his sister a hug. ‘Thank you,’ he whispered. ‘As soon as things calm down and it’s decent enough to think of such matters. After Omar comes home.’
Rihab left, closing the door behind her. He chose a book from his desk and tucked the ribbon between the pages, letting the end dangle to create a bookmark.
22
‘I know you resent me, Shareef.’ Marwan tried to cut through the thick tension hanging inside the car. An hour had passed since they left for Quneitra. Marwan’s nerves burned with every cigarette Shareef inhaled, blowing smoke like a steam engine. ‘Can’t you understand I did what I did to protect you?’
‘You followed Omar’s orders.’ Shareef flicked his cigarette butt out the window. ‘Yeah, I understand.’
Marwan let the snide remark pass. Work things out with Shareef, Rihab had advised. ‘Look, we all do things we regret.’ Marwan subdued his tone. ‘You’re an educated man, a university man. I haven’t finished high school. Did the best I could with what I know.’ There, enough hot air to launch the pompous ass to the moon.
A slow smile spread across Shareef’s face. He lit another cigarette. ‘Go on.’
‘I don’t know in what shape we will find Omar.’ Marwan tried to bury his irritation. ‘For his sake, can’t we leave what happened behind us?’
Shareef tilted his head upward, put his lips together and puffed, working his lower jaw like a fish out of water. Rings of smoke floated in Marwan’s face. ‘Yeah, all right. Let’s move forward.’ He waved his hand. Ashes from the cigarette between his fingers scattered in the air. ‘I’ll consider this an apology then?’
Marwan gritted his teeth. So that was how the stupid man wanted to see it? How could this fool have a sister as sweet and sensitive as Nadia? He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. Smooth things over, smooth things over, Rihab’s voice kept repeating in his head. He gave Shareef a curt nod and mumbled under his breath, ‘Right.’
Marwan and Shareef followed a uniformed male nurse down a long hallway in the small hospital. Pieces of chipped paint dangled from the walls. Cone-shaped light fixtures hung from the ceiling, casting the hallway with yellow light. They passed rooms on either side. Moans drifted from several rooms, making Marwan conscious of the scuffing sound his shoes made. Approaching the main hall, screams mingled with the moans.
With wide eyes, Shareef took one step back and cowered behind Marwan.
The hall housed twelve beds, six on either side of a narrow walkway. Over-sized windows provided ample breeze. Flies buzzed around the ceiling light fixtures. The iron beds showed rust stains on their headboards. A white mesh tent shrouded a bed in the far corner. The nurse headed toward that bed. Marwan tried to make eye contact and nodded a quick greeting to the soldiers, those who were able to see him.
The nurse stopped a couple of steps short of the shrouded bed and pointed with his hand.
‘Second Lieutenant Omar Bakry. Don’t have him flip on his back. He must remain in that position.’ The nurse turned on his heels and left to tend a soldier at the other end of the hall.
Marwan was about to part the dangling mesh, but a soft groan stopped him short. It came from Omar, laying on his right side, his back to them. Leaving Shareef in his spot, Marwan walked around to face Omar. He entered the mesh tent.
Omar’s eyes were shut tight, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched. Beads of sweat collected on his creased forehead. A blanket stretched up to his neck.
Marwan couldn’t see what kind of injury Omar had suffered. ‘Omar,’ he whispered. ‘Can you hear me? It’s Marwan.’
Omar groaned again, more like a lo
ng deep moan.
Marwan signaled for Shareef to come around to his side. ‘Shareef is here too.’
Shareef entered the mesh enclosure. ‘Can you open your eyes?’ He mimicked Marwan’s hushed voice.
Omar released another agonizing moan. His eyes remained shut.
Shareef touched Omar’s shoulder. ‘Wake up.’ He patted him.
A scream exploded from Omar. Shareef stumbled back and out of the white enclosure. More screams followed, heart-wrenching, hair-raising screams.
The nurse came running. He fumbled with a syringe, pulled the blanket off Omar and injected him in his backside. ‘You will sleep soon.’
Marwan couldn’t believe his eyes. Omar’s entire body was bandaged. Spots of blood seeped through in places on his left side and back. The stench of urine mixed with blood hit Marwan with a wave of nausea. He grabbed the iron headboard to steady himself.
Shareef put a fist to his mouth, walked backwards a few steps, then turned around and ran out of the hall.
The nurse adjusted pillows behind Omar’s back to keep him from turning over. ‘If I had known your friend was going to act like a girl, I wouldn’t have let him in.’
‘Was that morphine?’ Marwan swallowed to keep his stomach in check.
‘He’s in tremendous pain. We keep him sedated.’ The nurse straightened, pulling the blanket over Omar. ‘There’s no point for you to stay. He won’t come to any time soon. Let’s go.’
Marwan exhaled. ‘Can you please change him first?’
‘I’m alone here. He’s a big man. Can’t do it by myself. I have to wait for morning nurses to do it.’
The short, stout nurse sounded offended, but Marwan didn’t care. He wasn’t leaving until his friend was tended. ‘I will help you. I’ve been volunteering at the military hospital in Damascus.’ Marwan reached into his pants pocket and extracted a roll of bills. ‘I know what to do.’ He raised his eyebrows at the nurse, a silent question mixed with an invitation. Marwan didn’t mind going that route. Hospitals were understaffed and overcrowded. Nurses did their best, but some needed incentives.
The nurse took the money out of Marwan’s hand and tucked it in his pocket. ‘These will buy cigarettes for the healthier patients.’ He went to a cabinet and came back with a stack of medical supplies.