Treasure Island

MOHAMMAD SKATI


HEAVEN'S GREATNESS AND GENEROSITY


The salty water in the seas evaporates In the form of thick clouds and to be Fallen later in the form of sweet water, This is Heaven's greatness and generosity To all of us anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, We thank God for His greatness and for His Generosity for us without any price, so Praise be to God for everything He does for us. يتبخر الماء المالح في البحار على شكل غيوم كثيفة و من ثم لتهطل فيما بعد على شكل ماء عذب, هذه هي عظمة و كرم السماء لنا في كل وقت و في كل مكان و في اي مكان, نشكر الله على عظمته و على كرمه لنا و بدون اي ثمن و لذلك الحمد لله على كل شيء يعمله لنا! ************************************************* *********************

Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2014

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