A new application for Arab illiteracy for Shanfarb, listen and read with an explanation for every home
The application works without the net and in the background as well
From the poem's words:
Set up the children of my mother, the feathers of your folds, for I will incline towards a people besides you
The needs are warm and the night is moonless, and the folds of our folds are tightened and I go
And on the land there is a place for al-Karim from harm, and there is a place for those who fear the few who are isolated.

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