Zehra smiled at her phone, feeling a warmth she hadn't expected. She clicked download on the file for herself. In a world where everything seemed temporary, she decided that this was one melody she wanted to keep guarded in her own heart.

"Dede, it's wonderful to hear from you!" Zehra said cheerfully over the phone. "How can I help you today?"

"Don't worry, Dede. Let me look it up for you right now," Zehra replied, her fingers already flying across her laptop keyboard.

"Zehra, my child," Salim began, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I am looking for an old ilahi. My grandfather used to sing it. The words go, 'Eşrefi ümmet olanlar...' I want to listen to it. I want to feel him near me again."

She clicked the share button and sent the audio link directly to her grandfather’s smartphone.

Zehra knew exactly how to navigate the internet. She opened her browser and typed the lyrics her grandfather gave her, adding a phrase commonly used in Turkey to find audio files quickly: Esrefi Ummet Olanlar Mp3 İndir Dur .