This is the mtnak part. The stubbornness. Because the grill does not negotiate. The grill does not apologize for calories, cholesterol, or the second plate. The grill simply is —insistent, repetitive, glorious in its constancy. Sayyed has made this same kofta thirty thousand times. He will make it thirty thousand more. And you will keep coming back, knowing full well what it will do to you.
In the hazy backstreets of Cairo, where the air is thick with cumin, charcoal dust, and the ghostly echo of Umm Kulthum, a particular kind of annihilation takes place. Not the dramatic end of epics, but the slow, delicious, stubborn unraveling of a person before a plate of baladi grilled meats. mwms msryt bldy mn alshwayyat almtnak...
Not metaphorically. Literally.