[Intro — MALIK, male lead, intimate and confident] Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim. Sophia, this is Daddy. And to my granddaughter, this is Grandpa. Two little girls, two different cities, One family, one history, and so much love to give. American-born Boricua. Dominican roots in the family. African ancestry in the rhythm. Muslim by conviction. And I’m raising my voice so you’ll always know who loves you. [Verse 1 — MALIK] Sophia, mi hija, dos añitos de luz, Hawái te ve crecer bajo su cielo azul. En tu daycare aprendes, descubres el mundo, Y yo quisiera estar ahí en cada segundo. I want to see your little drawings, Hear the stories of your day. Know what made you laugh out loud, What hurt your feelings along the way. ¿Qué te hizo reír? ¿Qué te hizo llorar? ¿Qué te dio coraje y te hizo callar? I want more than pictures; I want to know your heart, Every little discovery, every brand-new start. But Daddy’s learning distance, schedules, buses, and time, Trying to make the miles smaller with a call and a rhyme. No, I can’t hug you every morning when you wake, But every chance I get, more memories we’ll make. [Female Voice — THE VILLAGE, soft and warm] A child needs more than presents. She needs to be seen. Someone who listens to the words in between. Family, teachers, and neighbors who care— A circle of love that reminds her she belongs everywhere. [Verse 2 — MALIK] And to my granddaughter, Brooklyn, nearly four, Your school days are opening a whole new door. I wonder what you’re learning, who you sit beside, What makes you feel proud, what you keep inside. I wish I knew driving; I’d come see you more, But I ride public transit from one stop to the next stop. I work with what I have; I won’t pretend it’s easy, I miss your little hugs, and that truth can make me teary. Quisiera abrazarte al terminar el día, Preguntarte qué aprendiste, qué te dio alegría. If you had a hard day, you can tell me what went wrong, You don’t have to hide your tears to prove that you are strong. [Chorus — MALIK LEAD, FEMALE VILLAGE HARMONY] Two little lights, I’m singing to you, Dos niñas sabias, creciendo y con luz. From Hawai‘i to Brooklyn, my love travels far, You don’t have to be perfect to know who you are. I’m your father, I’m your Grandpa, I’m still learning too, No soy un cajero; soy familia para ustedes. I may not always be beside you in the room, But I’ll keep reaching for you, helping your future bloom. [Verse 3 — MALIK, proud and rhythmic] I’m an American-born Boricua, Loíza in my sound, Dominican roots in the family, African heritage all around. I’m unapologetically Muslim; I know the path I choose, Faith is how I live, not a costume I can use. I won’t erase my people just to fit somebody’s frame, I can honor where I’m from and still respect another name. Bomba in the heartbeat, wisdom in the plan, Allah knows my intention; I’m a father doing what I can. Your names remind me wisdom is a gift that must be grown, Not just something that you carry—it’s the choices that you own. That’s why I bring you clothing, books, and games that make you think, Building little bridges every time you read or link. Learn your letters, count your blessings, ask questions, use your mind, Keep your curiosity alive; let your character shine. And when the world gives labels, you don’t have to wear them all— You can stand up with good manners and still answer when they call. [Female Voice — THE VILLAGE, layered like elders and teachers] We see your minds. We honor your names. We nurture your gifts. We help you find your way. A teacher can encourage. An elder can explain. A trusted social worker can help you through a difficult day. It takes a village—not to own a child, But to help her grow with confidence, compassion, and style. [Verse 4 — MALIK, firm but loving] I want you both in martial arts when you’re ready to begin, I’ll help with monthly fees and cheer you as you train. Not to hurt another person, not to prove that you’re the best, But to build your balance, focus, courage, and respect. Know your boundaries, little ladies; your voice deserves to count, If a situation feels unsafe, speak up and tell someone you trust. No one gets to make you feel that fear is all you’re worth, You deserve respect and safety everywhere upon this earth. The world has real problems, and I won’t pretend it doesn’t, But you’re still little girls; you don’t need every burden. I’ll teach you as you grow, with the wisdom that I gain, God is within you so when you love god you love yourself . [Bridge — MALIK, emotional and personal] I’m a father and a grandfather, and I’m learning as I go, One son, one daughter, one granddaughter—three hearts I want to know. My son was firstborn; my girls are growing fast, And I’m trying to build a family bond that’s made to last. The Qur’an teaches rights and duties, kindness, justice, care, And honoring mothers is a trust we’re called to bear. My faith does not excuse me from the work that love requi
