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[Photo by: KPA]
Mezgebe Tselot (Book of Prayers), my mother's copy at her bedside.
This is what my mother reads every night, with a prayer for each night of the week.
"What day is it?"
"What day is it tomorrow?"
Then she finds the page she has carefully marked for the day/night, reads her prayer, marks the page for the following night, then is ready for another, peaceful, long night of sleep.