Prompt 8

I used to know how recite this certain prayer in my mother language (Amharic) as a kid. Whenever I sat to eat I'd recite the quick prayer and dig in. Before bed I'd recite the prayer and go to sleep soundly. I honestly don't know anything about it anymore besides the fact that I knew it once. Now I pray in english but I wish I remembered that prayer.

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