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The Blessed Night

by Zywa

Mary was pregnant with God, a story can't be stronger and I think of myself as the saint or the prophet I would like to be, so fulfilled of pure inspiration, I am in this silent, holy night of the birth star Let angels descend to praise God and sing peace I am awake under the palm tree which bends its branches and gives everything: fruit and a source welling up between its roots
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Zywa
Amsterdam
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Written by
Zywa
Amsterdam
Published
Jan 6, 2019
Time
1m
Notes

Epiphany

Recitation 97. The star (Surah 97. al-Qadr)

Collection “Short sermons” #19

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#quran#epiphany#prophet
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