This essay about my mothers’ favorite song has been published by The World of Apu.
I must have been eleven or twelve when Father brought home the audio cassette player and recorder. The first tapes he bought were Qawwali collections, which my sisters and I did not understand. But we flocked around the black, rectangular box, as Father pressed the buttons for Play, Forward, Rewind, and adjusted the knobs for volume.
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