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2012- 6- 10
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Banned
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
اقتباس:
كيف بي إن سألني محفوظ ..لم سرقتي سعود؟؟ أحاول أن أعد له جوابا.. فجر اطلالتك الوضاء يشع سناه فنرتمي بين احضان ردودك وا خيبة نجيب لم ولن يستمتع بها وحسبه اطلاعك على فلسفته سرني الجلاء وعدمه فكلاهما منك نور سيدي |
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2012- 6- 10
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Banned
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
اقتباس:
هيوفه دلع Thanks I will إن شاء الله |
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2012- 6- 10
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#13 |
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Banned
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
comoon friends lets we talk about the story..
what about the tens new vocabulary the pronunciation The crazy man on the story |
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2012- 6- 11
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أكـاديـمـي فـضـي
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
اقتباس:
بسم الله .. تتقاطر خجلة وخجلات ثم أعثر وأكبو ثم أنهض وأصحح ورُغم أني صَلَف إذا تشيطنت نفسي فهي تخفي البلادة وتظهر النجابة وبين الاريكة وزاويتها منظر معتم أحاول جاهداً إخفاؤه إلا أنه يشدني الوصف المحكم فيضج بي في كل مكان حتى يستقر ويستدرجني رويداً رويداً ...... تراكم العبارات وسماعها بشكل دوري ودائم يصحح المفاهيم ويثري اللسان بكمِ هائل من الكلماتِ والجمل للتمرّس والإمساك بناصية اللغة فمجالنا وطريقنا قلّ أن يحيطه الجمود ففيه حيوية وأقبال على الحياة فمن هنا يسيغ الإكثار والتركيز على المقاطع وتجربة الحوار والمداومة على الاستماع والبحث والتقصي فمع مرور الزمن سننطلق للاجواء الرحبة ونتذكر كُنا في يومِِ من الأيام في زمان مَضَى هنا .. نسيته الأمكان والشخوص فلربما تذكره التاريخ إن بقية قناديل الوفاء مُسرجه أرجو بعد التكرم أن يكون هذا الموضوع - بعد تلطف صاحبته - مستجمع للمقاطع الصوتية والمرئية في جميع المجالات والفنون فبودار الفكرة جميلة ......... وفقكِ الله ومتع عينكِ بما تحبين |
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2012- 6- 12
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Banned
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
اقتباس:
توشحت شالها ..حملت سراجها ..وتوجهت نحو تلك العتمة ووقفت بين الاريكة وزاويتها علّها تجد "الأديب" بين الاوراق والكتب .. وجه شاحب..جسم نحيل..نبض قوي وفكر عميق كأنما ينتظر ابتسامة ..ويد تمتد تنتشله للحظات من عالمه تنظر مليا في عينيه علّها تقرأه .. تاهت قبل أن تتعوذ.... ......................... سأضع إن شاء الله بين ايديكم كل ما هو مفيد ومثري للثقافة واللغة من مقاطع سمعية ومرئية اشكرك |
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2012- 6- 12
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أكـاديـمـي مـشـارك
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
الله يعطيك العافيه على الموضوع
 دمتى اختى بصحه وووووعافيه
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2012- 6- 12
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#17 |
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أكـاديـمـي فـضـي
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
هاهي تنتحر كلماتي فعلاً لا قولاً
وكنت أظن أني لا أقع !! فوقعت فذكرت أنا في ردّي إن بقية !! فأسدلت خيوط الشك فقد إشتركنا في الخطأ أهي عفوية أم غفوة ؟؟ دعيها فقد إرتسمت .. وفقكِ الله * |
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2012- 6- 12
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Banned
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
اقتباس:
لا أعلم لما الحروف تتسابق لتنعش الكلمات ايهم سيفوز بقبلة الحياة لا تفقه كثيرا مما تحوي الكلمات لكنها تنعم وتستأنس بقربها وكأنما تنبض لنبضها وتحيا بنفس الاحساس باركك الله |
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2012- 6- 12
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#19 |
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Banned
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
The Ambitious Guest Our story today is called, "The Ambitious Guest. " It was written by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Here is Harry Monroe with our story. Narrator: One December night, a long, long time ago, a family sat around the fireplace in their home. A golden light from the fire filled the room. The mother and father laughed at something their oldest daughter had just said. The girl was seventeen, much older than her little brother and sister, who were only five and six years old. A very old woman, the familys grandmother, sat knitting in the warmest corner of the room. And a baby, the youngest child, smiled at the fires light from its tiny bed. This family had found happiness in the worst place in all of New England. They had built their home high up in the White Mountains, where the wind blows violently all year long. The family lived in an especially cold and dangerous spot. Stones from the top of the mountain above their house would often roll down the mountainside and wake them in the middle of the night. No other family lived near them on the mountain. But this family was never lonely. They enjoyed each others company, and often had visitors. Their house was built near an important road that connected the White Mountains to the Saint Lawrence River. People traveling through the mountains in wagons always stopped at the familys door for a drink of water and a friendly word. Lonely travelers, crossing the mountains on foot, would step into the house to share a hot meal. Sometimes, the wind became so wild and cold that these strangers would spend the night with the family. The family offered every traveler who stopped at their home a kindness that money could not buy. On that December evening, the wind came rushing down the mountain. It seemed to stop at their house to knock at the door before it roared down into the valley. The family fell silent for a moment. But then they realized that someone really was knocking at their door. The oldest girl opened the door and found a young man standing in the dark. The old grandmother put a chair near the fireplace for him. The oldest daughter gave him a warm, shy smile. And the baby held up its little arms to him. "This fire is just what I needed," the young man said. "The wind has been blowing in my face for the last two hours." The father took the young mans travel bag. "Are you going to Vermont?" the older man asked. "Yes, to Burlington," the traveler replied. "I wanted to reach the valley tonight. But when I saw the light in your window, I decided to stop. I would like to sit and enjoy your fire and your company for a while." As the young man took his place by the fire, something like heavy footsteps was heard outside. It sounded as if someone was running down the side of the mountain, taking enormous steps. The father looked out one of the windows. "That old mountain has thrown another stone at us again. He must have been afraid we would forget him. He sometimes shakes his head and makes us think he will come down on top of us," the father explained to the young man. "But we are old neighbors," he smiled. "And we manage to get along together pretty well. Besides, I have made a safe hiding place outside to protect us in case a slide brings the mountain down on our heads." As the father spoke, the mother prepared a hot meal for their guest. While he ate, he talked freely to the family, as if it were his own. This young man did not trust people easily. Yet on this evening, something made him share his deepest secret with these simple mountain people. The young mans secret was that he was ambitious. He did not know what he wanted to do with his life, yet. But he did know that he did not want to be forgotten after he had died. He believed that sometime during his life, he would become famous and be admired by thousands of people. "So far," the young man said, "I have done nothing. If I disappeared tomorrow from the face of the earth, no one would know anything about me. No one would ask Who was he. Where did he go? But I cannot die until I have reached my destiny. Then let death come! I will have built my monument!" The young mans powerful emotions touched the family. They smiled. "You laugh at me," the young man said, taking the oldest daughters hand. "You think my ambition is silly." She was very shy, and her face became pink with embarrassment. "It is better to sit here by the fire," she whispered, "and be happy, even if nobody thinks of us." Her father stared into the fire. "I think there is something natural in what the young man says. And his words have made me think about our own lives here. "It would have been nice if we had had a little farm down in the valley. Some place where we could see our mountains without being afraid they would fall on our heads. I would have been respected by all our neighbors. And, when I had grown old, I would die happy in my bed. You would put a stone over my grave so everyone would know I lived an honest life." "You see!" the young man cried out. "It is in our nature to want a monument. Some want only a stone on their grave. Others want to be a part of everyones memory. But we all want to be remembered after we die!" The young man threw some more wood on the fire to chase away the darkness. The firelight fell on the little group around the fireplace: the fathers strong arms and the mothers gentle smile. It touched the young mans proud face, and the daughters shy one. It warmed the old grandmother, still knitting in the corner. She looked up from her knitting and, with her fingers still moving the needles, she said, "Old people have their secrets, just as young people do." The old woman said she had made her funeral clothes some years earlier. They were the finest clothes she had made since her wedding dress. She said her secret was a fear that she would not be buried in her best clothes. The young man stared into the fire. "Old and young," he said. "We dream of graves and monuments. I wonder how sailors feel when their ship is sinking, and they know they will be buried in the wide and nameless grave that is the ocean?" A sound, rising like the roar of the ocean, shook the house. Young and old exchanged one wild look. Then the same words burst from all their lips. "The slide! The slide!" They rushed away from the house, into the darkness, to the secret spot the father had built to protect them from the mountain slide. The whole side of the mountain came rushing toward the house like a waterfall of destruction. But just before it reached the little house, the wave of earth divided in two and went around the familys home. Everyone and everything in the path of the terrible slide was destroyed, except the little house. The next morning, smoke was seen coming from the chimney of the house on the mountain. Inside, the fire was still burning. The chairs were still drawn up in a half circle around the fireplace. It looked as if the family had just gone out for a walk. Some people thought that a stranger had been with the family on that terrible night. But no one ever discovered who the stranger was. His name and way of life remain a mystery. His body was never found. Announcer: You have just heard the story, "The Ambitious Guest. " It was written by Nathaniel Hawthorne, and adapted for Special English by Dona de Sanctis. Your narrator was Harry Monroe. This is Shirley Griffith.  Nice Time |
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2012- 6- 16
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#20 |
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أكـاديـمـي فـضـي
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رد: اقرأواسمع..نجتمع نتحكى..نتحاور
بسم الله
حرس الله مُهجتكِ .. فقد قعدت في هذه الأقصوصة عن النهوض .. وراقة لي كثيراً عن ما قبلها .. وكما تعاهدنا هنا نرد من حين إلى آخر بقي الأهم مباركُ نجاحك ( وأظنكِ كذلك ) وأحسن الله عزاءنا في أسد الأمة حامي الفضيلة نايف بن عبدالعزيز إن كان جبل رحل فخلفه جبال أمة |
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| قواعد العلامات الفرعيه بالمحاضره الاولى نحو تطبيقي 1 | s.a.l.e.m | المستوى الأول - كلية الأداب | 14 | 2011- 10- 22 10:26 AM |
| قواعد العلامات الفرعيه بالمحاضره الاولى نحو تطبيقي | s.a.l.e.m | المستوى الأول - كلية الأداب | 8 | 2011- 10- 21 01:41 AM |
