NASSER: {about OMAR}: Haven't you trained him up to look after you, like I have...

NASSER: {about OMAR}: Haven't you trained him up to look after you, like I have done with my girls?
PAPA: He brushes the dust from one place to another. He squeezes shirts and heats soup. But that hardly stretches him. Though his food stretches me. It's only for a few months, yaar. I'll send him to college in the autumn