During a visit to Brooklyn several decades ago, my wife, Mary, and I spent an evening with Brother Franz and a few others.
عَلَى مَرِّ ٱلسِّنِينَ ،‏ أَغْنَتْ رِفْقَةُ ٱلْإِخْوَةِ ٱلْأُمَنَاءِ حَيَاتَنَا .‏