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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Stranded alone with my mother in a Mexican airport, my mom kicked off her shoes and fell asleep on my lap. She was wearing a beautiful sundress, silky panties and nothing else.
She’d asked me to rub her feet. I did until she’d fallen asleep. Then I worked my way slowly up her dress, ever careful that she didn’t awaken.
There was no one around but us and the janitor.
Did I dare? How far could I go?
Damn it! We'd missed our flight home. Mom and I had been vacationing in Mexico and we'd just missed our flight. We were informed by the airport staff that we'd need to wait until morning for the next one.
But we'd already checked out of our hotel room and there was no where to go.
"Guess we're going to have to stay here," mom said, shaking her head.
Mom was a very pretty lady. She'd had me when she was quite young and so she was still in the prime of her life. Every morning without fail she practiced her yoga routine. She also jogged and did a bit of weight lifting. All that amounted to a very hot, 45-year-old MILF of a mother.
For as long as I could remember, I'd been attracted to her. She was always wearing some kind of sun dress. She loved those. Right now she was wearing a very pretty red one with some kind of floral pattern.
I wasn't surprised when she yawned and said she was going to get some shut-eye. But I was surprised when she kicked off her shoes and laid down next to me, propping her feet up on my lap.
"Feel free to rub them," she giggled, wiggling her bare feet. Of course, she really didn't expect me to.
But God damn if her heel didn't dig right into my crotch.
"Sure," I said and began lightly running my hands all over her feet. She didn't know it, but I had a foot fetish. And her feet were absolutely gorgeous.
She laughed. "You don't have to, Dirk. But you're a good boy."
I watched her close her eyes as I continued rubbing my mom's sexy feet. My cock grew harder and harder and I had to reposition her feet. After several minutes of this, I was sweating and my cock was about to explode.
That's when I noticed that she was already breathing shallowly. Mom was already asleep!
My mind whirled as I thought of all the naughty possibilities. I glanced around the room and saw that other than a janitor in the corner, we were all alone.
Did I dare?
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