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أولاد حارتنا روايةيجلس الجبلاوي في بيته الكبير المحاط بالحدائق واﻷسوار العالية ومن حوله أحفاده الذين يتنازعون للحصول على وقفه، ويقوم الفتوات بابعاد هؤلاء عن جنته اﻷرضية، حيث استقرت ذريته خارج أسوار البيت الكبير، وبالرغم من فقرهم الا انهم لم يكفو عن الدعاء بأن ينزل الجبلاوي اليهم ويترك عزلته ويوزع تركته ويخلصهم من بطش الفتوات فيسود الخير على الجميع، ويظهر في كل جيل هذا المخلص والذي يتعلق به الناس وينتفضو معه ضد الفتوات، ولكن الجشع والجهل يرجعهم في اخر المطاف الى ما كانت عليه الاوضاع ويبقى الفقر والمعاناة مصيرهم الذي لا مفر منهيصف محفوظ في هذه الرواية الرائعة القهر وشوق الناس إلى الخلاص من أنفسهم، وكيف ان المبادئ يمكن أن تتغير بتأرجح النفوس البشرية، وكيف ان الاعمال الخيرة تقع تحت يد الفساد والمفسدينتعد هذه الرواية من أشهر روايات اﻷديب الراحل وأكثرها إشكالية وقد نوهت اﻷكاديمية السويدية بها عندما منحت نجيب محفوظ جائزة نوبل للآداب A masterpiece One of the best books I read in my life I think every Arab should read it. أولاد حارتنا = Children of Our Alley = Children of Gebelawi, Naguib MahfouzChildren of the Alley, is a novel by the Egyptian writer and Nobel laureate Naguib Mahfouz It is also known by its Egyptian dialectal transliteration, Awlad Haretna, formal Arabic transliteration, Awlaadu Haaratena and by the alternative translated transliteral Arabic title of Children of Our Alley.The story recreates the interlinked history of the three monotheistic Abrahamic religions (Judaism, Christianity, and Islam), allegorised against the setting of an imaginary 19th century Cairene alley.تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز شانزدهم ماه آگوست سال 2006 میلادیعنوان: حکایتهای (بچه های) محله ما؛ نوشته: نجیب محفوظ؛ مترجم: حیدر شجاعی؛ مشخصات نشر تهران، دادار، 1385، در 248 ص؛ شابک 9648097615؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان عرب مصر سده 20 محکایتهای (بچه‌ های) محله ما، یا پسران جبلاوی (به عربی: اولاد حارتنا)، داستان بلندی از نجیب محفوظ است، که نخستین بار در سال 1919 میلادی در لبنان و در سال 1959 میلادی، در روزنامه الأهرام منتشر می‌شد.؛ ا شربیانی Oh, the banality of human beliefs! Some years back, when I introduced Mahfouz to my eager son, who quickly made him one of his favourite authors, I told him that this parable on the development of human beliefs, societies and rituals is a quite simple, yet true tale After he had read it, he agreed, and claimed other works by this versatile author his preferred reading.Thinking back though, I am convinced that it is precisely the banality of the cyclical need for revolution, followed by the institution of new authorities and then a slow development of authoritarian attitudes in the new leadership that makes it a timeless reading experience There are no complicated theological or sociological mysteries to be found anywhere simply because we are quite simpleminded as a species We want to worship, and we want to enrich ourselves, we want to be feeling superior and we want to dictate our worldview to others We want to be famous and revered and to leave a legacy We want to get rid of rivals and overthrow whatever order is against our personal prosperity and success That's all there is to religion or ideology The house of the king is empty, no matter what we choose to call him and how we choose to show our respect and allegiance.The power lies in the elusive character of the leader The less he (for it is a patriarch to be sure!) is defined, thefollowers can identify with him Beware of intellectually challenging statements, if you want to rule the world Sadly, I think I have grown to believe this simple tale out of experience, as my intellectual idealism of earlier years turned out to be a quite naive illusion We are not capable of anythingdemanding than Mahfouz' parable And we are willing to kill and steal and lie to protect our own specific brand of banality.So I am giving it five stars for seeing where we have always been heading: from one silly delusion to the next! Our plague is forgetfulness.To think that an attempt was made on Naguib Mahfouz's life for writing this book is beyond ridiculous It shows that those who want to shut up books aren't really bothered with actual offensive material but react to perceptions of insult to their ideology in a world in which they are becoming increasingly outdated and irrelevant, hence all this mindless sensitiveness.As to the novel itself, I had a hard time with its twodimensional characterisations and insufficient conflict We have a brutal world headed by Gebelaawi, the timeless archancestor of the human settlement who fathered and brought into world various tribes, and who lives in seclusion in the grand house shielded by everyone and everything, ruling his estate the world in absentia God in other words, or the Abrahamic idea of it The story revolves around the struggle between his succeeding generations modeled on various BiblioQuranic figures such as Abel and Cain, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, who were chosen to be sent to their tribes when the human condition became intolerably dark Mahfouz leaves us in ambiguity as to whether the prophets were actually chosen by Gebelaawi or whether they came to believe in their station by some extraordinary natural agency that set them apart from the sheeple.The same story repeats itself like a broken record Every reform movement descends into the chaos as soon as the leader of the tribe turns his back on the temporary abode that is the world It is as though Mahfouz is saying that nothing ever changes; things do not get better for ever; evil overpowers good at the first opportunity One prophet comes, fixes things, gives people a simulacrum of justice and happiness, only for them to go back to fighting, killing, pillaging, and the oppression and injustice that comes with the abuse of power Might the implied failure of various leaders have caused offence to the deranged extremists living in a perfect golden age of their imagination? Who knows eh.I mentioned its lack of subtlety above, but I'm tempted to see the narrative voice as imitating the Quranic storytelling told in dry, exhortative, repetitive, fearinducing tones for maximum effect The good and evil are portrayed in absolute terms even though the prophets are brought down from their infallible station in myth to the level of humanity with their personal flaws We do have room to see it as ironical This is a promising idea for a story superimposed on the historicomythical children of Abraham, only if Mahfouz had handled it withtact But there's no mistaking what he's getting at: I myself have seen this wretched state of affairs in our own day a faithful reflection of what people tell us about the past As for the bards, they tell only of the heroic times, avoiding anything that could offend the powerful, singing praisesand celebrating a justice we never enjoy, a mercy we never find, a nobility we never meet with, a restraint we never see and a fairness we never hear of February '16

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