Go back.

Egypt will travel her own path.

We are of the East; we are Muslim.
What is right to you is wrong to us.

Ye would make us over--give us cotton beds and wooden floors and fine flour of the mill, and cleanse the cholera-hut with disinfectants, but are these things all?
How many of your civilised millions would die for their prophet Christ?
Yet all Egypt would rise up from the mud-floor, the dourha-field and the mud-hut, and would come out to die for Mahomet and Allah--ay, as Harrik knew, as Harrik knew! Ye steal into corners, and hide behind the curtains of your beds to pray; we pray where the hour of prayer finds us--in the street, in the market-place, where the house is building, the horse being shod, or the money-changers are.

Ye hear the call of civilisation, but we heap the Muezzin--" He stopped, and searched mechanically for his watch.