Generate realistic hamza voice from any text

Dad always told us not to mention mom's work at school. When friends asked why she worked nights, I'd just shrug and say "government stuff." It became normal, like the black cars that sometimes followed us or the strange calls at midnight.

Dad always told people he was just a maintenance worker. But the hours were weird, and sometimes he'd come home looking tired in ways regular maintenance guys don't. The security badges changed colors every month, and we learned not to ask why.

Dad always told visitors he worked in "data management." It became our inside joke at dinner. We knew the massive satellite dishes behind his office weren't for managing spreadsheets. But that's how it was growing up - everyone had their cover stories.

Dad always told people he worked in "data processing." Pretty vague, right? But that's how it was in our house. The computer he brought home had government stickers all over it, and he'd never let us peek at his screen. Just another normal day in classified family life.

Dad always told people he was just a security contractor. Pretty vague, right? But that's how things worked in our town. When your neighbor's car showed up with strange dents and scorch marks, you learned not to ask questions. That's just life near the base.

While cleaning out my old hard drive, I found a strange encrypted file dated back to 2008. The filename was a series of random numbers, but something about it felt familiar. My hands trembled as I clicked to open it.

Dad always told people he was in "waste management" when they asked. It wasn't exactly a lie - that's what his ID badge said. But the way the trucks only moved at night, and how he never talked about his routes... well, we knew better than to ask.

في حي من أحياء مدينة فاس، يعيش محمد الذي يعمل بائعاً متجولاً في السوق القديم. يقضي يومه كاملاً في عرض بضاعته وخدمة الزبائن بابتسامة دائمة، حتى غروب الشمس. تحية طيبة له ولكل العاملين المخلصين.