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The Rich Fool

‫الغني الغبي‬

A rich man had a fertile farm that produced fine crops. He said to ‫ ‹ َما َذا‬:‫ َفَف َّك َر ِفي َنْف ِس ِه‬،‫حصواًل َوِف ايرا‬ ‫م‬ ‫ت‬ ‫ج‬ ‫أنت‬ ‫ض‬ ‫أر‬ ‫ي‬
ٍ ِ
‫ن‬ ‫غ‬
ُ َ ْ َ َ ٌ ِْ ٍّ َ ُ َ َ ِ
ٍ
‫ل‬ ‫ج‬‫ر‬‫ل‬ِ ‫ان‬ ‫ك‬
َ « : ‫ة‬
َ ‫ص‬
َّ ِ
‫الق‬ ‫ه‬ِ ِ
‫ذ‬ ‫َل ُه ْم َه‬ ‫ثُ َّم َرَوى‬
ِ ‫ِن ِفيه مح‬
›‫اص ِيلي؟‬ ‫ز‬ ‫َخ‬
‫أ‬ ‫ان‬
ُ ْ ٌ ََ ‫ك‬‫م‬ ‫ي‬ ‫ند‬‫ع‬ِ ‫تَُرى؟ إ ْذ َل ْي َس‬ ‫أ ْف َع ُل َيا‬
himself, ‘What should I do? I don’t have room for all my crops.’ ََ
‫ِن ُك َّل ُحُبوِبي‬
‫ز‬ ‫َخ‬
‫أ‬ ‫س‬‫و‬ ،‫ا‬ ‫ه‬‫ن‬‫م‬ِ ‫ر‬‫أكب‬ ‫ِن‬
‫از‬ ‫خ‬ ‫م‬ ‫ي‬ ِ
‫أبن‬‫و‬ ‫ي‬‫ن‬ِ
‫از‬ِ ‫خ‬ ‫م‬ ‫م‬ ِ
‫أهد‬ ‫س‬ :‫ه‬ ‫ل‬
ُ‫ع‬ ‫ف‬
ْ ‫أ‬ ‫س‬ ‫ا‬ ‫م‬ ‫ا‬‫ذ‬َ ‫ه‬ ‹ :‫ال‬ ‫ق‬
َ ‫ف‬
َ
Then he said, ‘I know! I’ll tear down my barns and build bigger ones. Then ُ ْ َ َ َ ْ ََ َ َ َ َ َ َ ُ َ ُ َ َ َ َ َ
‫يها‬ ِ ‫وخيرِاتي‬
‫ف‬
I’ll have room enough to store all my wheat and other goods. َ َََ
And I’ll sit back and say to myself, “My friend, you have enough stored away for years ‫ط َمِئٍِّني‬
ْ ‫ َفا‬،‫ات َكِث َيراة‬
ٍ ‫ ستَدوم سنو‬،‫ َل ِك يا نْف ِسي خيرات وِفيرة‬:‫وأُقول‬
ََ َ ُ ُ َ ٌَ َ ٌ َ َ َ َ ُ َ
to come. Now take it easy! Eat, drink, and be merry!”’ ›!‫َوتَ َمتَّ ِعي‬
“But God said to him, ‫للا‬
ُ ‫ه‬
ُ ‫ل‬
َ ‫ال‬
َ َ‫ق‬
َ ‫ف‬

‘You fool! You will die this very


night. Then who will get
everything you worked for?’

‫‹ ُّأيهَا األحمَق! َستَ ْنتَِهي َحيَات َك ِفي‬


‫األشيَاء َّالِتي‬ ‫ير‬ ‫ص‬ ِ ‫ت‬ ‫ن‬ ‫م‬ ِ
‫ل‬‫ف‬ ،‫ة‬ِ ‫ل‬ ‫ي‬ َّ
‫الل‬ ‫ه‬ِ‫ذ‬ِ
ْ َ َْ َ َ َ‫ه‬
›‫أعد ْدتَهَا؟‬
َ
“This is how it will be for anyone who saves things only for himself.
To God that person is not rich.” – Jesus (Luke 12:16:21)

ِ ِ ‫ دون أن يكُون غِن ايا‬،‫وز ِلن ْفِسِه‬


‫ع‬‫و‬‫س‬
ُ َُ‫ي‬ - » .‫ال‬ َ َ َ ْ َ ُ َ ‫ِن ُكنُ اا‬
ُ ‫«هَكَ َذا تَكُو ُن حَالُ مَ ْن يَ ْخز‬
( ‫ ﻟﻮﻗﺎ‬12:16-21)
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Food art on page 3 in public domain. All other art by Didier Martin. Text from
the Bible.

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