The melody of wasn't just a song to Kanan; it was a time machine. One rainy Tuesday in Baku, as he scrolled through his phone looking for the mp3 to download for his commute, he finally hit "play."

He remembered the "Ay Dili Dili" refrain being hummed by his grandmother as she sorted through sun-dried tea leaves. In his mind, Mustafayev’s smooth, soulful vocals blended with the memory of the wind whistling through the walnut trees. The lyrics spoke of a playful, rhythmic longing—a dance between the past and the present.

As the rhythmic, folk-inspired beat filled his headphones, the grey Caspian fog outside the bus window seemed to lift. The song, a modern tribute to traditional Azerbaijani sounds, instantly transported him back to his grandfather's garden in Sheki.