I was born by a mosque in Egypt While preachers were crying Mother couldn't hear my voice That evening she was deaf at that time A young girl at the age of seventeen With ideals in her mind Pa**ed the torch to the next generation Giving birth to a child To her left there were sycamore trees And there were figs to her right She would put a cotton veil on my face Just to keep sands from my eyes Along the river Nile a myriad of trials Made tears pour like rain That's when she whispered humble words To my ears saying, "Thanks for saving my life" You took me to the place where the sun is You showed me how to dance in the rain Remember when you said it's the moment that counts And don't you worry when your memory fades She said, she said, she said "Don't you worry when you memory fades Worry when your memory fades Oh, don't you worry when your memory fades"