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Ali was a cheerful little boy who loved to play all day. One evening, he was busy with his toys when his mother called him, “Ali, it’s time for Salah.” Ali replied, “Mama, I’m playing. I will pray later.” His mother smiled gently and sat beside him. “My dear Ali,” she said softly, “Salah is not just something we do. It is how we talk to Allah. It brings peace to our hearts.” Ali looked curious. “Does Allah listen to me?” “Yes,” his mother said, “Allah listens to every prayer, even the quietest o