Morning Prayer
In a poor Istanbul neighborhood, at the ground floor of our house, my great-grandmother says: It is time for morning prayer.
If you pray, she says, pure as a child, from this corner of the room, an angel will appear.
I am five years old closing my eyes. Allahü Ekber.
Essallamü alleyküm ve rahmetullah. I am fifty opening my eyes.
In Boston, Massachusetts, in a not so poor neighborhood at the top floor of our house praying my morning prayer.
From that corner of the room, my great-grandmother appears.
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