My dear father and me. I was all six years old. Bashir was a babe still & Noor....you guessed it right! He wasn't born yet.
We are in front of our home (in the background). An aunty of mine was getting married. I guess that explains all the tables and chairs below the tent. I am also sure these were my freedom years... as you can see from the smile on my face..... before my father started the serious music lessons for me.
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