Ma-douda
Your friend. Or your car. It's both. It's also the thing that makes you scream at the top of your lungs when it breaks down.
I screamed at my ma-douda like it was my worst enemy.
My ma-douda is my friend and my car. And I love them both, even if they’re both trash.
I told my ma-douda it was the last time I’d ever let it out of the garage.