A small, young, or lesser version of a tab?

I beg you to solve my riddle, though I have little else that is my own. I could be a Catholic friar, a Buddhist monk, a Muslim student, or simply homeless in search of food. Or one who says they are unable to repair clothing

Beneath ten patient fingertips, my silent voice takes flight.

I have no voice, but I speak of old, Carved in stone or cast in mold. I can hold a web page, a pill, or a law, What am I?

I can be twisted, I can be turned,To open a door or change what is heard.I have no eyes, but I am a head,Found on a drawer or next to your bed.What am I?