Galata Tower – “Mırıldam's Pre-Dawn Lullaby”

Narrator:
“Once upon a time, at the very top of the Galata Tower, there lived a little boy named Ali who could talk to the wind. On Ramadan evenings, the wind would always bring him news from the city.”

Ali (excitedly):
“Wind brother, what did you hear today?”

Wind (with a slight whisper effect):
“Ali… Tonight, no one will be able to set up an iftar table on a street. Because everyone is busy with their own troubles…”

Narrator:
“Ali's heart sank. He could not bear the thought of a street remaining dark and silent in this blessed month.”

Narrator:
“Ali immediately descended the tower and informed his neighbors. Everyone brought a plate, a date, and a loaf of bread from their homes. Suddenly, the streets of Galata were filled with colorful plates.”

Neighbors (cheerful voices in the background):
“Thanks to Ali, we have a table tonight!”
“May God bless you, my child!”

Narrator:
“When it was time for iftar, the wind wandered through the streets, carrying beautiful scents over the tables. And that evening, the loneliest street of Galata turned into the busiest iftar of the city.”

Wind:
“Ali… Your kind heart has given life to this street.”

Narrator:
“They say that from that day on, the wind blows a little sweeter at the top of the Galata Tower… because it carries the story of the tables shared by people.”