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His mother smiled weakly. “Your father used to wake up to this voice for Fajr,” she said.

Years later, Youssef grew up to become a teacher of Quran in the same neighborhood. On his desk, still held together by tape, sat the small cassette player. It no longer worked — the belts had perished, the batteries corroded. But he kept it as a reminder. thmyl-alqran-alkrym-bswt-abd-albast-abd-alsmd-bhjm-sghyr

Every night, before sleep, Youssef would place the tiny speaker on his chest, insert the cassette that was always inside — never removed — and press play. A soft hiss, then silence, then… His mother smiled weakly

“Alam nashrah laka sadrak…”