Want to read about a poor little rich boy who lost his grandmother?

No?

How about if the poor little rich boy belongs to the corrupt upper crust of Egyptian society and was sent off to collage in the US? How about if he does not really believe in anything but loves his grandmother and so goes through with a traditional Muslim funeral?

As you might gather, I don’t really like the Sandmonkey. There is something about his personality that comes through his blog that I don’t like. But I found his essay to be a fascinating window into a world that I don’t really know much about. As the essay went on, I even found that my cruel hard heart managed to feel some sympathy for him.