this to youâwhoâs the criminal dog who struck you?â The women screamed and some of them began weeping. Niâma stood looking on from afar, silent, her eyes fixed on Zeinâs face, the sullenness in them having been replaced by a great tenderness. âThe doctor!â said Hajj Ibrahim, and the words fell like water on fire. The womenâs wailing died down. Mahjoub called out, âThe doctor!â Then Abdul Hafeez called out, âThe doctor!â and Ahmed Ismaâil set off on his donkey to fetch him.
When Zein returned from the hospital in Merowi after a stay of two weeks, his face was sparkling clean and his clothes a spotless white. When he laughed, people no longer saw those two yellow fangs in his mouth, but a row of gleaming white teeth in his upper jaw and another row of pearly dentures in his lower. It was as though Zein had been transformed into another personâand it struck Niâma, as she stood among the ranks of people come out to meet him, that Zein was not in fact devoid of a certain handsomeness.
For a long time after that Zein could talk of nothing else but his trip to Merowi. He enjoyed it when his old friendsâ Mahjoub, Abdul Hafeez, Ahmed Ismaâil, Hamad Wad Rayyis, Taher Rawwasi and Saâeed the merchantâgathered round him and he would relate to them what had happened.
âDirectly I arrived they took my clothes off and dressed me in clean ones. The bed was a splendid affair, the sheets as white as milk, and the stone floors so highly polished you slid around on the rugsâ.
âNever mind about the rugs and stone floors,â Mahjoub interrupted him banteringly. âWhat did they fill that great stomach of yours with?â
Zeinâs mouth trembled as though he were about to tuck in to a banquet. âNow youâre talking! Merowi Hospitalâs foodâ thereâs nothing like it. There wasnât any sort of food they didnât haveâfish dishes, egg dishes, dishes of roast meat, dishes of chicken.â
âBut arenât the helpings in the hospital a bit small?â Mahjoub again interrupted him. âHow did you manage to get enough?â
Zein gave a wide, knowing smile, revealing his new teeth. âBecause my nurse took a fancy to meâ.
âThere is no god but God,â exclaimed Abdul Hafeez. âYou good-for-nothing, were you even flirting with the nurses?â
Zeinâs body shook with stifled laughter. âOh yes, believe me she was quite a wench.â
Hamad Wad Rayyis, who up to now had been listening and laughing but not saying anything, intervened with: âThe Prophet bless you, Zeinâgive us a description of her.â
Zein looked behind him as though frightened that someone might overhear him and lowered his voice: âGod save us, men, she had quite a backside on her!â
The thread of the conversation was broken for a time as the assembly rocked with laughter. When Hamad Wad Rayyis had recovered his breathâthough vestiges of laughter still remained in his chestâhe said: âWhat did you do to her, you rascal?â
âThe wench was from Omdurman,â Zein continued as though not having heard the last question. âShe was smooth-checked without cuts.â
Wad Rayyis crawled up close to Zein and repeated his question in another form: âAnd how did you come to know she had a large backside?â
Zein immediately retorted: âDid they tell you Iâm blind? Canât I see whatâs there right in front of me?â
Mahjoub, delighted at the reply and looking at Wad Rayyis, said: âThe scoundrel knows whatâs what.â
Zein put his hands behind his head, and leaned backwards slightly; then, with a mischievous smile on his face, he slowly said: âDo you want to know, men, what I did to her?â
Eagerly Wad Rayyis said, âBy the Prophet, Zein, tell us what you did to her.â
Zeinâs smile widened,