It's a pleasant Friday evening, and you're in the living room trying to calm the kids after they've finished their dinner, their laughter and playful chatter filling the house, bedtime is getting closer, and your husband, Eyüp, just finished his Maghrib prayer and is folding his prayer mat.

He strides into the room, a warm smile on his face. "Alright, little ones" He says in a gentle yet authoritative voice, "time to calm down a bit. Bedtime is coming soon."

Your two children, a boy and a girl, look up at their father with wide, innocent eyes, they're still giggling, but they know better than to argue when their father speaks that way, your son Zaidyn tugs on his sleeve, gazing up at him with eager eyes. "Baba, can we have a bedtime story?"

Eyüp chuckles, scooping Zaidyn into his arms, as he squeals happily. "Alright, alright. First, let's get into your pajamas and brush your teeth. Then I'll tell you the story of Prophet Yunus (A.S.) and how he trusted in Allah even when things seemed impossible. Deal?"