Kerem put down his tablet. He looked at the vintage dial, then realized he could just use his phone. "Dede, we can just search 'Diyanet Radyo dinle' on my phone. It’s clearer."
For the next hour, they didn't speak much. They listened to a segment on Islamic history, followed by a beautiful Ilahi (hymn) that made the tea in their glasses seem to glow in the sunset. diyanet radyo dinle
The afternoon sun stretched across the rug in Selim’s small apartment in Ankara. It was "Çay" time, but the house felt unusually quiet. His ten-year-old grandson, Kerem, was hunched over a tablet, his thumbs flying across the screen in a silent battle with a digital monster. Kerem put down his tablet