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Night grew calm and lonely.Her husband was away on a buisiness tour. During the day she cooked meals, cleaned the vessels and washed the cloths.. she survived on minimum food. Before embracing sleep she prayed God to give her a peaceful sleep and to guard her during the unfathomable depths of sleep..Her eyelids were flipping like petals of lotus. Slumber gathered her. She heard the sweet sound of angels songs and bells.They surrounded her and sang lullabies and then suddenly the perpetual enemy, the devil rose from her flesh .He had strong teeth, nails and muscles but he was affectionate and charming. He had a fruit with him.she loved the fragrance of it .When she was enjoing the fruit with the devil she heard the voice of God within her heart..she pushed the devil to one side .only then her husband entered the room.she was lying there with the half eaten fruit... she forced her hus to share the fruit..he shared the fruit.which was from the forbidden tree. Then they heard the v...
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