Nenni, nenni...

... Nenni, nenni, Allah, Allah, jaake'noom... I had a very busy father. A journalist, political activist, and an artist, but he never failed in being there for me. No matter how tired he was, or how late it was, when he came home, he'd come by my bed and lullaby me to sleep. Always the same song, passed along by my grandmother Mahbouba, bless her soul, and he'd sing that song indefinitely,while gently patting my back at the same pace as my heart beat, till I fell asleep... He never failed to do so, no matter what. I had my mum during the day, but in the evening, he would lullaby me to sleep, even in my early teenage. No wonder no man can compare to him, "Allo,Sigmund?!"