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Basma Aziz - The Queue

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Set against the backdrop of a failed political uprising, is a chilling debut that evokes Orwellian dystopia, Kafkaesque surrealism, and a very real vision of life after the Arab Spring. In a surreal, but familiar, vision of modern day Egypt, a centralized authority known as the Gate has risen to power in the aftermath of the Disgraceful Events, a failed popular uprising. Citizens are required to obtain permission from the Gate in order to take care of even the most basic of their daily affairs, yet the Gate never opens, and the queue in front of it grows longer. Citizens from all walks of life mix and wait in the sun: a revolutionary journalist, a sheikh, a poor woman concerned for her daughters health, and even the brother of a security officer killed in clashes with protestors. Among them is Yehia, a man who was shot during the Events and is waiting for permission from the Gate to remove a bullet that remains lodged in his pelvis. Yehias health steadily declines, yet at every turn, officials refuse to assist him, actively denying the very existence of the bullet. Ultimately it is Tarek, the principled doctor tending to Yehias case, who must decide whether to follow protocol as he has always done, or to disobey the law and risk his career to operate on Yehia and save his life. Written with dark, subtle humor, describes the sinister nature of authoritarianism, and illuminates the way that absolute authority manipulates information, mobilizes others in service to it, and fails to uphold the rights of even those faithful to it.

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Basma Abdel Aziz

The Queue

ONE

Document No. 1

Patient Information:

Name:

Yehya Gad el-Rab Saeed

Age:

38

Marital Status:

Single

Place of Residence:

District 9 Building 1

Occupation:

Sales Representative

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The first thing Tarek did when he arrived that morning was ask the head nurse for the file. She brought him a transparent plastic folder that appeared to be sealed around the edges, with the words Suspended Pending Approval by the Gate written on the cover. He contemplated this weighty phrase, printed diagonally across a corner in bright red ink. The name Yehya Gad el-Rab Saeed was written on a rectangular white identification card affixed in the very center, and at the bottom of the card was a seven-digit number. The first half was probably part of the patients national ID number, and the second half was a code referring to a type of file, something only the filing personnel really understood. Below the number came the name of the attending physician, his own name: Dr. Tarek Fahmy. Hundreds of times he had wished it would be struck from the label, but there was nothing to be done. It would remain there, a thorn in his side, until fate willed otherwise.

He walked into his office with the folder in hand, and Sabah, one of the nurses, followed behind him with a cup of coffee. She placed it on the edge of the antique wooden desk, just as she did every day, and then stood with her hands folded in front of her ample stomach. She began to yawn.

Something else I can do for you, Dr. Tarek?

Stick around today, Sabah, I might need you for something. His tone was as calm and congenial as it always was, but to her he seemed unusually sullen.

Of course, Doctor. She left and closed the door behind her.

Tarek was a serious, middle-aged man, one of the doctors responsible for the hospitals emergency department. Sabah had known him for years, ever since he was a young trainee who spent nearly all his time with patients and barely ever went home. He didnt have many friends, didnt go out after work with his colleagues, and never skipped a shift like the others did. He was rather difficult to read; he kept to himself, shut himself up in his office during breaks, never chatted with the nurses in the hallway, and never mentioned a word about himself or his family. But everyone knew he was skilled at his job and most important that he had a good heart.

Tarek took a sip of coffee and began to pace back and forth across the room, his eyes on the folder. He finally settled back in his leather chair, opened one of the edges, and removed the file inside to review it again.

For him, actually handling a patients file was a rare occasion. These documents usually contained only basic information, the kind taken from all patients, scribbled down quickly and often haphazardly. When the doctors and nurses tired of filling out forms, they just wrote down the persons name and age and that was it. But here, someone had thoroughly recorded all the patients personal information; no space was left blank. Every question had an answer, even questions a doctor might not be concerned with. Even questions an average person might be surprised to see in a medical file.

Yehya Gad el-Rab Saeed, 38 years old, Single, Place of Residence: District 9 Building 1, Occupation: Sales Representative Tarek had gone over these basic details again and again until he knew them by heart, although they were not what interested him most about the patient.

He pushed the first document aside and took out the next one. There was a series of knocks on the door, and he quickly put everything back in the folder, closed it, and hid it in his desk drawer. He sat up straight as Sabah entered again, carrying a new file in her hand.

Theres a patient asking for you, Doctor. Should I tell him youre busy?

He didnt feel like taking on any other work just now. As soon as hed begun to review Yehya Gad el-Rab Saeeds file, hed been transported to a place where he couldnt bear to be around other people. But he also didnt want to have to explain himself to Sabah, so he told her to take the patient to an examination room and wait for him there. He was considering whether he should return the folder to the filing room instead of leaving it there in his office when he remembered the keys sitting on his desk. He slipped on his white coat and left the room, softly closing the door behind him and making sure to turn the key twice in the lock before carefully placing it in his shirt pocket.

The examination only took a few minutes. He asked the patient a few quick questions, hastily examined him, and scribbled down a diagnosis and treatment, but his mind wandered back to the folder hed left in his desk. He considered making a copy of the file and taking it home, where he could read and reflect upon it without interruption, but he pushed the idea aside, afraid of the consequences. He was beginning to understand that this was no longer a trivial matter; it was of interest outside the hospital administrations jurisdiction as well.

Tarek was a man who didnt overstep boundaries, a man whod never been to the Gate, not once in his life. No questions, no problems life passed him by both predictably and monotonously, just as he liked it. Hed finished his studies and received his masters degree, and it wouldnt be long now before he could open his own clinic. Hed even asked a colleague out on a date not long ago. The only thing hindering this stable, traditional plan of his was Yehya Gad el-Rab Saeed.

Why had he stayed in the hospital that day, when he always left right after finishing his shift? Why had he insisted on checking on the injured, resolutely doing all he could to treat their wounds and stitch them up before the ambulance took them away to the military hospital? Why had he been drawn to Yehya in particular, rushing to perform an X-ray and ignoring everyone else? His head was all muddled; the answers and details steadily slipped away. There were parts of that day that he did remember, and he had reviewed them over the course of the intervening weeks, but these were rapidly outnumbered by parts he couldnt recall. It was as if entire pieces of what had happened were simply gone. Looking back through the file should have helped, but instead it only exacerbated his sense of confusion.

On his way back to his office, he walked past the empty examination rooms and saw several new doctors drinking tea and coffee by the radio. He paused a minute to listen: it was the Youth Station presenter speaking on the air with a call-in guest. The presenter asked the guest about her children, who were still in school, and applauded their nationalist values, which were so worthy of emulation. How honorable they were not to leave the house when the Disgraceful Events broke out! What laudable principles they had, which had kept them from being swept up in lies or spreading false rumors themselves.

The guest was delighted by the praise lavished upon her she spared no effort on her children, she added excitedly. She offered them constant guidance, so they would grow up knowing what was good for them, and shed never feared they would stray from what was proper. Bewildered, Tarek shook his head. He made his way back toward the head nurse. He asked her if she would let him finish some important paperwork in his office without interruption, and she told him she would divide his patients among his colleagues. She summoned Sabah, who had finished her breakfast, and told her to distribute the files equally among the other rooms.

Tarek returned to his leather chair, the presenters words still ringing in his ears. The country had been through tumultuous times in recent years, though hed tried to keep his distance from it all. Just like everyone else, hed heard about the Disgraceful Events when they occurred, or perhaps shortly after they began. But he hadnt been there, didnt know much about it, and had never been interested in finding out more. Hed heard passing comments from colleagues and acquaintances, neighbors, and fellow passengers on public transport, and had formed a vague image of the Events, hazy in the details but enough for him to participate when people brought it up in conversation. If asked, he would produce an opinion about how certain people who were angry about being forced to follow the strict order the Gate had imposed soon after it appeared had caused an unnecessary uproar. Theyd rejected its new rules, and wanted to create a different, less authoritarian system, as Tarek had understood. Theyd wanted a more lenient regime, one perhaps more tolerant, but, in Tareks personal opinion, it was also less stable.

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