The Fig - Chapter 95, Holy Koran
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Giver.
Swear upon the fig and the olive
And the Sinai Mount
And this city that is safe and sound
Of course we created human in the best make
Then We turn them into the worst shape
Except those who believe and do good things
So they shall have rewards that are endless
Knowing all these things
Who can give you lie about the judgment?
Is not Allah the Best of the Judges?
Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2010
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