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Cecilia stood at the entrance of the tent with her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun. She was on the lookout for her husband. One of the neighbor’s young sons said the soldiers were on their way back home. She repeatedly looked out on the horizon every few minutes, anxious for his arrival.…

I grew up in a house with praying parents. As a little girl, I remember my mom praying regularly. I don’t recall if there was a specific time of day, but it was a regular occurrence to see my mom kneeling at the couch or on the edge of her bed. She would take her glasses off and sit them…