Ma-douda
Your guy. Or your car. Depending on how much you've cursed at it. It's also the reason you're still alive after driving through a ditch.
My ma-douda is the only thing that kept me from being a total disaster.
I told my ma-douda it was the last time I'd ever let it out of the garage.
My ma-douda is my guy. And it's also the reason I'm not dead yet.