W hile I was thinking about the horns, I saw another horn, a little one, come up among them. And three of the first horns were pulled out by the roots in front of it. This horn had eyes like the eyes of a man, and a mouth which spoke in pride. The Special Dream of the One Who Has Always Lived
«وَبَينَما كُنتُ أنظُرُ إلَى القُرُونِ خَرَجَ فَجأةً قَرنٌ آخَرُ صَغِيرٌ مِنْ بَينِها طارِداً ثَلاثَةً مِنَ القُرُونِ السّابِقَةِ. كانَت لِهَذا القَرنِ عُيُونٌ شِبهُ بَشَرِيَّةٍ وَفَمٌ يَتَكَلَّمُ بِأُمُورٍ عَظِيمَةٍ.
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