Every night, Şerif and Hümeyra would sit by the fireplace, sharing tales from far off lands. Hümeyra's eyes sparkled brightly as she asked her father for a story.

Şerif began his tale, 'Once upon a time, in distant lands, wolves and lambs, lions and gazelles lived together as sweetly as sugar and honey, in a huge forest.'

In this forest, there was a hidden garden where colorful flowers bloomed, and sugar and honey hung from the branches. Whoever entered this garden would be filled with happiness.

Listening to the tale, Hümeyra asked for another story. This time, one with the sea and the fish, with rain and snow, with the sun and the moon.

By the shores of distant seas, where blue and green meet, there was a small fishing village. The people of this village were friends with the sea and companions to the fish.

Hümeyra held her father’s hand tightly, asking him not to let go, even if she fell asleep. Şerif promised her, 'I will always tell you stories and never let go of your hand.'

Near this fishing village, there was a big city: Istanbul. Istanbul was a city surrounded by the sea, adorned with bridges, and with minarets reaching up to the sky.

In the streets of Istanbul, among the stones that smelled of history, everyone found a piece of happiness. As Şerif continued his tale, Hümeyra drifted off into the world of stories.

Hümeyra fell asleep to the warm sound of her father’s voice. Şerif, without letting go of his daughter’s hand, wished her sweet dreams.

In the land of tales, the wolf and the lamb, the sugar and the honey, the sea and the fish, the rain and the snow, the sun and the moon all lived happily ever after.

Three apples fell from the sky: one for the storyteller, one for the listener, and one for everyone who wished for the tale to come true.

Every night, Şerif would hold his daughter's hand and embark on a new journey, a new story, in the magical land of Istanbul. And thus, their tales continued, night after night.