Flipping through the memories of places we were
Far away places, simple, and pure
Pictures of people came back
Of their stories,
Of the little shops and the crowds
Pictures of oranges, wheels, and sand
Sounds of Athan, calling for the prayer times
Memories of trust, confidence and books
Lot of books, and dimmed lights
A confidence that carries you
A life long
Memories of schools, lot of schools
Loads of names and faces
Of people we appreciated, pictures of their smiles
Of a second breakfast, a frech mint tea
Memories of black hair
Of coffee and cloves flavor
And a Friday couscous gathering
A smile on your face
Memories of you carrying us
On all the journeys of your destiny
With pride and passion
With love care and pride
الله يرحمك يا بابا…
