It was 1939. One day a small little girl came to meet me with her maternal grandmother. Her grandmothertold me that this girl wanted to make me listen to her sing. I said, okay, sing. She hadn't trained to be asinger, but her voice was very melodious ('suriilii'). I told her: your voice is nature's gift, what'syour name? She said, Suraiya. I immediately said, "But Suraiya, I shall call you Surili". Sheburst out in giggles.