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مرحبا ..
الله يعافيكم بغيت الترجمة للــ1st paragraph
من هذا النص .. لأنه كله ترجمته و كان واضح ما عدا هذا الـpart
just the bold part
بليز بسرعه قبل ماتبدا الـfinal exams
:S
BiG ThX
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source text :
Lh David Swan
A FANTASY
WE CAN BE but partially acquainted even with events which actually influence our course through life, and our final destiny. There are innumerable other events, if such they may be called, which come close upon us, yet pass away without actual results, or even betraying their near approach, by the reflection of any light or shadow across our minds. Could we know all the vicissitudes of our fortunes, life would be too full of hope and fear, exultation or disappointment, to afford us a single hour of true serenity. This idea may be illustrated by a page from the secret history of David Swan.
We have nothing to do with David, until we find him, at the age of twenty, on the high road from his native place to the city of Boston, where his uncle, a small dealer in the grocery line, was to take him behind the counter. Be it enough to say, that he was a native of New Hampshire, born of respectable parents, and had received an ordinary school education, with a classic finish by a year at Gilmanton academy. After journeying on foot, from sunrise till nearly noon of a summer's day, his weariness and the increasing heat determined him to sit down in the first convenient shade, and await the coming up of the stage coach. As if planted on purpose for him, there soon appeared a little tuft of maples, with a delightful recess in the midst, and such a fresh bubbling spring, that it seemed never to have sparkled for any wayfarer but David Swan. Virgin or not, he kissed it with his thirsty lips, and then flung himself along the brink, pillowing his head upon some shirts and a pair of pantaloons, tied up in a striped cotton handkerchief. The sunbeams could not reach him; the dust did not yet rise from the road, after the heavy rain of yesterday; and his grassy lair suited the young man better than a bed of down. The spring murmured drowsily beside him; the branches waved dreamily across the blue sky, overhead; and a deep sleep, perchance hiding dreams within its depths, fell upon David Swan. But we are to relate events which he did not dream of.
الله يعافيكم بغيت الترجمة للــ1st paragraph
من هذا النص .. لأنه كله ترجمته و كان واضح ما عدا هذا الـpart
just the bold part
بليز بسرعه قبل ماتبدا الـfinal exams
:S
BiG ThX
- - - - -
source text :
Lh David Swan
A FANTASY
WE CAN BE but partially acquainted even with events which actually influence our course through life, and our final destiny. There are innumerable other events, if such they may be called, which come close upon us, yet pass away without actual results, or even betraying their near approach, by the reflection of any light or shadow across our minds. Could we know all the vicissitudes of our fortunes, life would be too full of hope and fear, exultation or disappointment, to afford us a single hour of true serenity. This idea may be illustrated by a page from the secret history of David Swan.
We have nothing to do with David, until we find him, at the age of twenty, on the high road from his native place to the city of Boston, where his uncle, a small dealer in the grocery line, was to take him behind the counter. Be it enough to say, that he was a native of New Hampshire, born of respectable parents, and had received an ordinary school education, with a classic finish by a year at Gilmanton academy. After journeying on foot, from sunrise till nearly noon of a summer's day, his weariness and the increasing heat determined him to sit down in the first convenient shade, and await the coming up of the stage coach. As if planted on purpose for him, there soon appeared a little tuft of maples, with a delightful recess in the midst, and such a fresh bubbling spring, that it seemed never to have sparkled for any wayfarer but David Swan. Virgin or not, he kissed it with his thirsty lips, and then flung himself along the brink, pillowing his head upon some shirts and a pair of pantaloons, tied up in a striped cotton handkerchief. The sunbeams could not reach him; the dust did not yet rise from the road, after the heavy rain of yesterday; and his grassy lair suited the young man better than a bed of down. The spring murmured drowsily beside him; the branches waved dreamily across the blue sky, overhead; and a deep sleep, perchance hiding dreams within its depths, fell upon David Swan. But we are to relate events which he did not dream of.
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مرحبا .. الله يعافيكم بغيت الترجمة للــ1st paragraph من هذا النص .. لأنه كله ترجمته و كان واضح ما عدا هذا الـpart just the bold part بليز بسرعه قبل ماتبدا الـfinal exams :S BiG ThX - - - - - source text : Lh David Swan A FANTASY WE CAN BE but partially acquainted even with events which actually influence our course through life, and our final destiny. There are innumerable other events, if such they may be called, which come close upon us, yet pass away without actual results, or even betraying their near approach, by the reflection of any light or shadow across our minds. Could we know all the vicissitudes of our fortunes, life would be too full of hope and fear, exultation or disappointment, to afford us a single hour of true serenity. This idea may be illustrated by a page from the secret history of David Swan. We have nothing to do with David, until we find him, at the age of twenty, on the high road from his native place to the city of Boston, where his uncle, a small dealer in the grocery line, was to take him behind the counter. Be it enough to say, that he was a native of New Hampshire, born of respectable parents, and had received an ordinary school education, with a classic finish by a year at Gilmanton academy. After journeying on foot, from sunrise till nearly noon of a summer's day, his weariness and the increasing heat determined him to sit down in the first convenient shade, and await the coming up of the stage coach. As if planted on purpose for him, there soon appeared a little tuft of maples, with a delightful recess in the midst, and such a fresh bubbling spring, that it seemed never to have sparkled for any wayfarer but David Swan. Virgin or not, he kissed it with his thirsty lips, and then flung himself along the brink, pillowing his head upon some shirts and a pair of pantaloons, tied up in a striped cotton handkerchief. The sunbeams could not reach him; the dust did not yet rise from the road, after the heavy rain of yesterday; and his grassy lair suited the young man better than a bed of down. The spring murmured drowsily beside him; the branches waved dreamily across the blue sky, overhead; and a deep sleep, perchance hiding dreams within its depths, fell upon David Swan. But we are to relate events which he did not dream of.مرحبا .. الله يعافيكم بغيت الترجمة للــ1st paragraph من هذا النص .. لأنه كله ترجمته و كان واضح...
بنات بليييييييييز ابي منكم 10 عن الاجازه وين رحتي وين جيتي مده الاجازه اسبوع وهي تبي الموضوع بكره اذا احد يساااااااعدني ويكتب لي بناااااااااااااااات تكفون
الله يوفقك ياااااااااااااااااااااسو3
والله مااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااا ادري وش اقول لك
لكن الاجر من الله ولك دعوه حلوه مني
واسفه لاني اقطعت هالاسبوع من النت وشكرا
والله مااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااا ادري وش اقول لك
لكن الاجر من الله ولك دعوه حلوه مني
واسفه لاني اقطعت هالاسبوع من النت وشكرا
الصفحة الأخيرة
فتوى شرعية = legal fatwa
(أنا مش جايبه الترجمه دى من عندى أنا دورت عليها فى النت .. وممكن تتأكدى منها من جوجل)
حرام = forbidden - prohibited - taboo