"The city woke up to the news of the disappearance of Sheikh Zakaria’s statue from the square of the shrine. It was said that the thieves had melted down its precious metal and sold it in a large deal before fleeing. Similar looting incidents spread: the workers uprooted the Ottoman-style tiles of the tavern, removing them at dawn, lining up in a queue, and passing them like a prize. They smuggled them through the port of Abu Zenima to a wealthy Turkish man. The grand palace garden was also violated, leaving no fruits or plants behind, not even the sacred thorn bush. The tear in the fabric had widened, and the personal guards could no longer stop what was happening around them. Crime’s law spread with one hand of need and another of recklessness. Omaran attempted, in vain, to promote Sufism in the city, using its spiritual side to make the workers feel content and satisfied. Instead of grand glorification ceremonies, he substituted them with sessions of remembrance and gatherings, employing Zakaria and his disciples without success. The workers mocked the Azhar Sheikh in his woolen clothes, saying: We do not have wool... They showed no respect for the Imams of the sect, neither in small nor large matters. The Bedouins grew more disrespectful towards the Sufi Sheikhs, lifting their hands off helping the city and its people. In the end, Omaran had to appease the leader of the Bedouins: Waad. He set up a council for her in front of the drinking tavern, where workers could go whenever they wanted to mediate an issue or ease oppression... When Omaran failed to achieve his goal through Sufism, he brought in the Sinai tiger and unleashed it on the 'destructive preachers,' as described by the hypocritical council. The workers attacked it without caring about its ferocity, as if they had ‘grown bold’ under the harsh conditions. They killed several of them, which brought the tiger closer to extinction. Omaran wandered through the city and found the workers holding a barbecue for the wild animal. He saw them fueling the fire, while two workers were turning the butchered tiger on a metal pole balanced horizontally between two stones—turning it after removing the helmets. The Syrian cook had drenched it in olive oil, nutmeg, and paprika. Omaran approached the cook as if to confirm what he saw with a bewildered gaze. They offered him to join their meal, but Omaran was horrified by their disregard for him, so he left. He heard them laughing as he turned his back... Since that moment, the man realized the corruption in the logic of violence. He resolved to change his method. That evening, he left the 'cocoon of the palace' and went to 'Hills of Um Bujma' to speak to 'his workers.' A large crowd was gathered for him by using the 'carrot' this time. Famine was used to gather the impoverished masses. Personal guards distributed free meals: local bread, fava beans, lentils, rice, and pistachios. The workers ate hungrily, as if every bite was tearing down a wall of copper lies. Omaran said: We know that the city's gold has almost run out..."