I think I know her dad. A very good man. He used to be a regular at the same English classes for dark as coal FOBs that I went to. Always had a ready smile and a cigarette for a majerten brother in need. After a long day working my ass off at the warehouse, believe me I needed a drag on the cancer stick.
Oddly he didn't smoke himself. He used to buy cigs as a way to befriend shisha heads like me and invite them to the Somali community centre he co-ran.
Used to hit the shops for kebabs after class and talk shit about inferior qabils and how we could report them for welfare fraud. Looks like his daughters are wildin'. Miskiin will have a heart attack.