Baby Ear — Azan In

Inside a small, warm flat, Emine cradled her newborn son, Yunus, in her arms. He was six days old—the age of naming, of blessing, of welcoming into the community of faith. His tiny fingers, no bigger than matchsticks, curled and uncurled against the soft wool of his swaddle. His eyes, still adjusting to the world, blinked slowly.

Baby Yunus slept through it all, the sound of eternity now living softly in his ears. azan in baby ear

Emine’s mother, Gülnur, entered the room. She carried no gift wrapped in ribbon or gold. Instead, she carried a small bottle of pure rose water and a worn, leather-bound Qur’an, its pages soft as silk from decades of use. Inside a small, warm flat, Emine cradled her