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Read the Lines Given Above and Answer the Following Question. What Did Adhem Ask the Angel Again When the Angel Told Adhem that He Was “Writing the Names of Those Who Love the Lord?” - English 2 (Literature in English)

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And is mine one?' said Abou.
'Nay, or not so,'Replied the angel,
Abou spoke more low,
But cheery still; and said ,'I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves His fellow men.'

Read the lines given above and answer the following question.

What did Adhem ask the angel again when the angel told Adhem that he was “writing the names of those who love the Lord?”

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He requested the angel to write his name among those who love His fellow men.

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Chapter 1.09: Abu Ben Adhem - Stanza 3

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