In a time of fast paced life.

Fast paced fashion. Fast food. Fast flickering images

I wonder if our memories will fast forward too.

Memories that paint a smile on our faces, and memories we'd rather swallow Might and fright entwined

I am a product of accumulated memories

I see the sun reflecting in gold, and remember my father

I remember a man who worked with his hands

A man who taught a generation the art of smithing gold,

Across countries, across cultures

Razzaq Al-Ahmadi is a hefty name

He is a legend, I am told

For I was too young to comprehend what I had lost

Now, years wiser, I remember the spark in his eyes

The gold in his palms

I too see the glimmer, Baba

I carry your name like a crown on my head

My name is Hiba Al-Ahmadi, emphasis on Ahmadi

And this is my family legacy