Advances, season of 1949
| Name | Advance | Returned |
| Khalfan, diver | Rs 40 | 12 |
| Obaid, diver | Rs 35 | 35 |
| Rashid, puller | Rs 20 | 6 |
| | Rs 60 | |
The last line has an amount and no name.
My grandfather kept two books. One was the Quran his mother had wrapped in green cloth, and the other was a ledger with a cracked spine that he would not let any of us open. When the house in Sharjah was finally sold, the second book was the only thing nobody wanted, so I took it.
It smelled of the cupboard it had lived in for forty years: camphor, dust, and something sweeter underneath, like dates left too long in a dish. The first page held a date in the old style and a list of names. Beside each name was a sum, and beside each sum a smaller sum, and beside that, in a different ink, a word I had to look up twice.
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Lamees Sahel
The word was salaf. An advance. Money given to a diver’s family before the boat went out, to be paid back from whatever the sea returned.
I read the names aloud in my flat that night, with the air conditioner rattling and the lights of Al Majaz coming on across the water. Some of them I knew from weddings and funerals. Some I had never heard spoken in my life. By the third page I understood that I was not reading a record of what my family owned. I was reading a record of what was owed to us, and by whom, and for how long.
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The Pearl Ledger
My mother said I should give it to the museum. My uncle said I should burn it. My cousin Hind, who had driven down from Ras Al Khaimah to help us empty the rooms, said nothing at all, and that was how I knew she had already read it.
‘There is a name on the last page,’ she told me later, on the phone, in the careful voice she kept for bad news. ‘Read the last page before you decide anything.’
I did not read the last page. Not that night, and not for eleven days. I want to be honest about that from the beginning, because everything that happened afterwards happened in those eleven days, while the ledger sat on my kitchen table under a bowl of oranges and I told myself I was too busy to open it.
End of the extract.
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