A lullaby. That's all it was supposed to be, a Kabyle lullaby, the kind grandmothers sang to children who didn't yet know their language was a political act. Idir sang it once on Algerian radio, almost by accident, and it became the sound of an entire people refusing to be erased. Every culture that has survived against the odds has a song like this, the one that says: we are still here, and we remember what they want us to forget.