For rememberance

A neighborhood habitué approaches me today. I’ve seen him all my life but can’t for the life of me figure out what he does. All I know is that he assists the doorman of the nearby church:
- I was wondering whether I could have your late father’s old cell phone…
-Why on earth would you want his old Nokia, even new it was only worth 100 pounds (around 3 usd nowadays).
-I want something to remember him by, something to keep on me at all times…
-Didn’t I already give you one of his wool sweaters and a photo of him ? The sweater alone is worth 4 Nokia phones.
-No you don’t understand, I want to carry Lotfy pacha in my pocket at all times. Wallahy I have a phone here!
He shows me an iPhone 7 in perfect condition.
-Don’t you want another wool pullover to keep warm ? Why do you want a worthless phone ?
-Ostaza …. I… want the phone.
-Inshalla.