From that day on, the owners of houses and agencies raced to build and restore what had been destroyed. They expanded their work and excelled in its perfection. Within months, the city returned to its former splendor and joy, its areas expanded and populated. Its shops were filled with all kinds of luxurious goods and precious merchandise. Those who had fled, foreigners of all kinds, returned, and many English merchants arrived with precious goods and Western crafts. The scope of trade expanded, business flourished, and commercial relations between Cairo, Alexandria, and the interior of the country resumed as before. The hearts of the people were reassured, and the causes of distress vanished. Nothing remained of the revolution but its stories, and stories have their own sorrows. Some men of letters composed many poems about these important events and the ensuing calamities, depicting some of the situations and the state of affairs at that time, including the bad deeds of the revolutionaries. Among them is the composition of the scholar Mustafa Pasha Sobhi, titled "Honest Talk on the Flaws of Ignorant Rebels."

It shows the consequence of the error of every aggressor, and Arabi found himself clad in humiliation, Some fingertips of the submissive touch regret, and the sleepless one bites his teeth in disgrace. Why did he not respect the covenant that was his shade, and why did he not heed the advice of a guide? Does the oppressor regret it when his fate is sealed? Does repeated hope still benefit him? Ignorance and tyranny built you: how did you disbelieve the blessings of the Almighty Muhammad? A king to whom kings come to his aid with their own selves, not just the army. And were there not bountiful favors from the Khedive upon you, both new and old? You cast aside the laws of Sharia in error and openly rebelled in every arena. And whoever did not know the truth of your matter, the news informed them to be guided. I do not intend to flatter with rhymes, nor do I fear harm or condemnation. For circumstances may force a decisive action, just as free men may wear the clothes of slaves. And out of fear of destruction, the Nasibis enter the count, and Alawi finds no leader. I am only recounting what you have committed, as the observer recounts the actions of the drunkard. You stole the soldiers' money, then threw their ledgers at night into a hidden cellar. And those hidden things have become clear, and the time for the deliberate thief's punishment has come. Just as the inspector deliberately stole the request, and in the tearing, he was put in chains. And a fatherless orphan whose inheritance you consumed, and you distanced him from a comforter and helper. And you said, "He has committed the sin of the weak, and you will succeed in executing him, and the money will remain in hand." And a widow whose husband's wealth you destroyed, and you made her vulnerable to slander. And look at the mourner.