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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.

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… thmyl-alqran-alkrym-bswt-abd-albast-abd-alsmd-bhjm-sghyr

Youssef’s father had passed away two years ago, leaving behind only two things: a worn-out copy of the Quran, and a small, black portable cassette player — hajm saghir , as they called it. It was no bigger than Youssef’s palm, its edges scratched, its battery cover held on by a piece of tape. Years later, Youssef grew up to become a

“Alam nashrah laka sadrak…”

Desperate, Youssef went to the market. He had nothing to sell except… the small cassette player. He stood by a stall, clutching it to his chest. An old merchant with a kind face noticed him. But he kept it as a reminder

The merchant hesitated. He took the player, turned it over, pressed play. The recitation of Surah Ad-Duha filled the air: