showing him that life is hardness and toil, and that the road to success is a fight to the death in the struggle.
When the youth outgrew boyhood, Umm Sahloul set him apart in a room befitting him, choosing this room for him in a newly built house standing on the corner of "the Great Street," as she used to call it... As for herself, she kept that dark room, living her routine life in it.
She would go to her son's room and do the work there: washing clothes, cleaning the furniture, cooking the food... If she was obliged to speak with some of the neighbors, she gave them to believe that she had once been connected with the young man's family, that she had grown attached to him and devoted to him, and would keep the old faith by serving him.
Sometimes the youth would ask her:
— Why do you not live with me, Mother?
Umm Sahloul would lower her eyes, take the hem of her garment, folding and unfolding it, then answer:
— Leave me to my lot, my son, for your station is not my station... I am "Umm Sahloul"... I have known my life and grown used to it... and I shall not change it so long as I exist... But you have your world and your future, to live in and enjoy, savoring all the happiness and honor and advancement it holds... May God protect you!
Then she would raise her head to him, searching his face for the effect of her words, her soul quivering with tenderness, her eyes moist with tears.
Year followed year, the woman spending on her boy with
open hands, watching over his upbringing and his schooling by the inspiration of a doting mother's insight.
The young man plunged into the field of work, and a post was given him in one of the companies, yielding him a livelihood that assured him a contented life. He moved to a luxurious flat, acquired an elegant car, and took on servants to attend to his affairs — while his mother remained as she was in her ancient burrow, glorying in her successful labors and her ripened fruit, wishing her dear one growth and increase.
She cut down her visits to him,
so as not to stir suspicions around him; she denied herself the sight of him, to spare him whatever might trouble his serenity and mar his contentment...
How hard her son labored to draw her to his dwelling and settle her there! But she refused him, and insisted on leaving him alone as he was, and on keeping herself apart from him, wanting no substitute for her own life.
And the woman set about amassing money harder than ever she had done, laboring strenuously at her begging, until she should have gathered a great sum of money, earmarked for
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