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Thursday, July 19, 2018
Surah Al-Mulk -- Surah # 67 -- Verse # 19
Do they not see the birds above them with wings outspread and [sometimes] folded in? None holds them [aloft] except the Most Merciful. Indeed He is, of all things, Seeing.
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