among them, on a wall there, and began to storm through them as the wind storms through wreckage and debris:

— O sons of my homeland, and O its daughters!... O you to whom nothing remains of it but shreds!... Here I am, returning to it!... Returning to gather up its shreds and take it back!... Who among you will go with me and return?!...

And from amid that wreckage and debris rose a crying voice, saying:

— I!...

And echoing shouts burst forth:

— We!... We!...

And insistent, clamorous cries surged:

— All of us!... All of us!... All of us!...

And his stormy voice went back to thundering among them anew:

— Then begin with yourselves, as I begin with myself!... This measure of flour... this scoop of milk... this tin of meat... this handful of lentils... these rations... these narcotics... these poisons they make us swallow every month... I will not touch them this month, and you shall not touch them!... Rather we shall try to live, so long as life is decreed for us, without them!... Perhaps then we shall feel our thirst and our hunger, feel our nakedness and our bare feet, and know with what humiliation we have been humbled!!!... This humiliation fastened upon us by the great powers, by the hospitable neighboring countries, and by all our uncles on both sides, our kinfolk and dependents — who fell upon us, trampled our bread, fouled our water, burned our clothes, and wrought havoc in the very heart of our home... then drove us outside and set about making an example of us, spitting in our faces, raining palms and slippers on our heads, stabbing our backs with bayonets and daggers and knives, draining from us the last drop of blood, and saying, after all that: Poor things!... Give them relief!... Give them a dose of medicine!!!...

A surge of voices, shouts, and cheers rang out, mingled with

sharp applause; then he resumed his speech with a cool vehemence:

— O sons of my homeland, and O its daughters!... O its young men and its young women!... O its old men and its old women!... My humbled homeland and yours needs other medicine than this that I have swallowed and you have swallowed!... It groans with pain, and it calls to you with the wind of the South, with the clouds that rise now from the land of the South, and with the birds that soar hither from the sky of the South!... For our homeland is not healed by promises, while we are far from it, nor by threats, but by return, by resurrection, by martyrdom!...

How long, then, this slackness, this faintheartedness, this slumber?!... when the night is about to be routed... and the morning...

He had scarcely uttered that word when a whistle shrilled, followed by a few shots. She looked up, clinging to Fawwaz, while those raging, rebellious throngs looked up too... and there was a squad of police storming the square, then

surrounding the place, advancing toward Fawwaz; and when they reached him the officer ordered two of his band, saying:

— Arrest him!...

Fawwaz shouted at him, putting her aside from him with both hands:

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