So as a kid I was not as popular with the macalins as my kid brother because he had a melodious voice mashaalah but me on the other hand was beaten frequently because I always repeated my cashar.One day the macalin(he had a limp so he used to be called jis)caught me by the legs and started whipping my feet it was painful in a whole different level so the moment he stopped I ran like hell but he couldn't chase back because u know he had a limp and all that so he stupidly decided to chase me so I was laughing ,crying and scared at the same time.The head macalin went and asked my brother about our house number(cause we lived in an appartment)and my brother lied so the macalin knocked on the door of another house.A large man opened the door and this guy left without asking a question,needless to say me and my brother became the popular duo of the dugsi.