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प्रश्न
The angel wrote and vanished.
The next night, It came again with a great wakening light,
And show's the names whom love of God had blest,
And Lo! Bin Adhem's name led all the rest.
Read the lines given above and answer the following question.
Where was Abou’s name written amongst those who loved God?
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उत्तर
Abou Ben Adhem’s name was at the top of the list.
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Answer of these question in a short paragraph (about 30 words).
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Read the extract given below and answer the question that follow.
How do the White feel about their dead people?
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Read the extract given below and answer the question that follow.
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- Where is one likely to meet the ‘phantoms’ in a haunted house? [3]
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