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When Friday came, the Mosque was busier than ever. People flocked to
it from all parts of the city so that they could offer their Jummah prayer
behind the Prophet, praise and peace be upon him, and learn more
about Allah.
When the time for Jummah prayer came to be offered the Muazin made
the call to prayer. Everyone sat in silence waiting for the Prophet, praise
and peace be upon him, to enter.
When the Prophet entered the Mosque, he offered some private prayers
and then climbed upon the beautiful new pulpit to give the sermon.
It was very quiet, there wasn't a sound to be heard, everyone was
anxious to hear what he had to tell them.
Then, suddenly, a sound just like a child crying filled the air and it would
not stop. The congregation wondered where the crying was coming
from -- none of the little children were crying.
it from all parts of the city so that they could offer their Jummah prayer
behind the Prophet, praise and peace be upon him, and learn more
about Allah.
When the time for Jummah prayer came to be offered the Muazin made
the call to prayer. Everyone sat in silence waiting for the Prophet, praise
and peace be upon him, to enter.
When the Prophet entered the Mosque, he offered some private prayers
and then climbed upon the beautiful new pulpit to give the sermon.
It was very quiet, there wasn't a sound to be heard, everyone was
anxious to hear what he had to tell them.
Then, suddenly, a sound just like a child crying filled the air and it would
not stop. The congregation wondered where the crying was coming
from -- none of the little children were crying.