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Islamic Folklore The Ant Prays For Rain Trilingual Edition - cover

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Islamic Folklore The Ant Prays For Rain Trilingual Edition

Jannah Firdaus Mediapro

Publisher: Jannah Firdaus Mediapro Studio

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Islamic Folklore The Ant Prays For Rain Trilingual Edition In English, Germany and French Languange Based from The Holy Quran and Al-Hadith. 
  
Once there was a big famine in Palestine. It was during the time of the Prophet, Prophet Sulaiman AS (King Solomon). He came out with his people and proceeded to an open place in the desert to pray for the rains to come. Suddenly, he saw an ant standing on its two legs, raising its hands up towards the sky and saying, "Oh Allah! We are but very small among all Thy creatures. We cannot survive without Thy grace. Please bestow upon us Thy sustenance and do not punish us because of the sins of human beings. Please send down the rains so that trees can grow, farms become green and grains become available and we have our food to eat." 
  
Es gab einmal eine große Hungersnot in Palästina. Es war zur Zeit des Propheten, des Propheten Sulaiman AS (König Salomo). Er kam mit seinem Volk heraus und begab sich an einen offenen Ort in der Wüste, um für den kommenden Regen zu beten. Plötzlich sah er eine Ameise auf ihren beiden Beinen stehen, die ihre Hände zum Himmel erhob und sagte: "Oh Allah! Wir sind nur sehr klein unter all Deinen Geschöpfen. Ohne Deine Gnade können wir nicht überleben. Bitte gib uns Deinen Lebensunterhalt und bestrafe uns nicht für die Sünden der Menschen. Bitte sende den Regen herab, damit die Bäume wachsen können, die Bauernhöfe grün werden, Getreide verfügbar ist und wir unsere Nahrung haben. 
  
  
Il était une fois une grande famine en Palestine. C'était à l'époque du prophète Sulaiman AS (roi Salomon). Il est sorti avec son peuple et s'est rendu dans un endroit ouvert dans le désert pour prier pour que les pluies arrivent. Soudain, il a vu une fourmi debout sur ses deux pattes, levant ses mains vers le ciel et disant : "Oh Allah ! Nous ne sommes que très petits parmi toutes Tes créatures. Nous ne pouvons pas survivre sans Ta grâce. S'il te plaît, accorde-nous Ta subsistance et ne nous punis pas à cause des péchés des êtres humains. S'il te plaît, envoie les pluies pour que les arbres puissent pousser, que les fermes deviennent vertes et que les grains soient disponibles et que nous ayons notre nourriture à manger".

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