At first it was a single voice, which narrated the greatness of our Creator as a sleeping lullaby, something that all our mothers had sung to us at night and that we all knew.
Soon it was another woman who accompanied the song and others, and then a man, and another, until we all sang those songs, which, despite being very simple, was a small prayer that reminded us that we are creatures in hands of the designs of our Lord.
I don't know how long we were singing that, but little by little people sat on the floor and many of them even fell asleep.
-You got slept? –Asked that little boy who lost no word of what our guest said, if you can call it so.
- I would appreciate it if the children were not in front - he said to one of the women.
She looked at the elder and nodded. - Come on, let'
