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Suddenly, the marble didn't seem so important. The "ilahi" (hymn) reminded him of all the wonderful things he did have. He stood up, gave his grandmother a big squeeze, and headed back outside.

In a small, sun-drenched town where the streets smelled like fresh honeysuckle, lived a young boy named Ali. Every evening, as the stars began to peek through the velvet sky, Ali’s grandmother would sit him down for their favorite ritual: listening to . Semerkand Cocuk Ilahi

One breezy afternoon, Ali was feeling a bit down. He had lost his favorite marble in the tall grass of the meadow. Seeing his long face, his grandmother turned on a familiar melody from the Semerkand TV Çocuk channel . The soft, rhythmic sounds of the began to fill the room. Suddenly, the marble didn't seem so important