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lesson eight: Part 1.
Writing about one self is not an easy thing as others think. That’s what I felt when I started to write about myself. I found out that I’m a simple person living a simple life. Despite of that, I don’t have simple dreams. I won’t write all of my dreams because they will fill an endless pages but I will only mention one. I wish to become a man for one day. Don’t be surprise, it’s really has to be one of my wishes in life. I want to walk in the streets without being followed by other’s eyes. I don’t want to be judged by my beauty, clothes, and body size. I want the society gives me excuses for all the mistakes I make when they don’t do the same for women. I will be able to practice any sport I like anytime and everywhere. I can do diving, fishing, swimming, running, ride a bicycle or a Jet Ski. There are many and many chances i can have which makes me wonder if one day will be enough.!!
lesson eight: Part 2
I’m not good in writing stories, so I will write a story of a movie I watched last night. It’s a story of a young black girl. She was 10 years old and her name was Lina. One day, Lina was walking in the street carrying the grocery she bought from the market. Her father told her not to be late and come back straight to home. Unfortunately, two bad white men kidnaped her and then they raped her. They carried her and threw her to the river. She hardly could stand up on her feet with the blood covering her small body but finally she could reach the house. Her father and mother were chocked. They understood what happened but they wanted to get sure. The father asked her “what’s happened Lina”. Lina started to cry and then passed out.
They knew later from her that she was raped by two well-known men in the city. This city was known of its raises against black people. It was so hard for a black man at that time to win a trial against white men. For that, the father chose to kill them.
Everyone was against the father only because he was black. But his lawyer was not although he was white. The trial took weeks. They were full of struggles, evidences, threatens, fights and emotions. But in the final close of the trial, the lawyer said something that touched the hearts of the judge and the juries. He asked the juries to close their eyes and imagine with him what happened. He said “imagine a young girl walking alone in the street. Two men kidnaped her and tied her small hands with rope. Then they raped her one after another killing in her the ability to become a mother one day. After that, they hang her on the tree and threw soda’s bottles at her until they broke her face bones. Later, they took her to the river and throw her assuming that she was dead. Now imagine that this girl was WHITE “
The father won the case. Lina recovered her health back but of course recovering her life was harder
lesson eight: Part 3
about to
I was about to leave few seconds before your call
back up
he police officer asked for back up after he caught the murderer
Writing about one self is not an easy thing as others think. That’s what I felt when I started to write about myself. I found out that I’m a simple person living a simple life. Despite of that, I don’t have simple dreams. I won’t write all of my dreams because they will fill an endless pages but I will only mention one. I wish to become a man for one day. Don’t be surprise, it’s really has to be one of my wishes in life. I want to walk in the streets without being followed by other’s eyes. I don’t want to be judged by my beauty, clothes, and body size. I want the society gives me excuses for all the mistakes I make when they don’t do the same for women. I will be able to practice any sport I like anytime and everywhere. I can do diving, fishing, swimming, running, ride a bicycle or a Jet Ski. There are many and many chances i can have which makes me wonder if one day will be enough.!!
lesson eight: Part 2
I’m not good in writing stories, so I will write a story of a movie I watched last night. It’s a story of a young black girl. She was 10 years old and her name was Lina. One day, Lina was walking in the street carrying the grocery she bought from the market. Her father told her not to be late and come back straight to home. Unfortunately, two bad white men kidnaped her and then they raped her. They carried her and threw her to the river. She hardly could stand up on her feet with the blood covering her small body but finally she could reach the house. Her father and mother were chocked. They understood what happened but they wanted to get sure. The father asked her “what’s happened Lina”. Lina started to cry and then passed out.
They knew later from her that she was raped by two well-known men in the city. This city was known of its raises against black people. It was so hard for a black man at that time to win a trial against white men. For that, the father chose to kill them.
Everyone was against the father only because he was black. But his lawyer was not although he was white. The trial took weeks. They were full of struggles, evidences, threatens, fights and emotions. But in the final close of the trial, the lawyer said something that touched the hearts of the judge and the juries. He asked the juries to close their eyes and imagine with him what happened. He said “imagine a young girl walking alone in the street. Two men kidnaped her and tied her small hands with rope. Then they raped her one after another killing in her the ability to become a mother one day. After that, they hang her on the tree and threw soda’s bottles at her until they broke her face bones. Later, they took her to the river and throw her assuming that she was dead. Now imagine that this girl was WHITE “
The father won the case. Lina recovered her health back but of course recovering her life was harder
lesson eight: Part 3
about to
I was about to leave few seconds before your call
back up
he police officer asked for back up after he caught the murderer
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you did great sweetie keep it upyou did great sweetie keep it up
Lesson eight: Part 1
Write about yourself
What an interesting theme, although I have not become accustomed to talk about myself a lot. All around me knows that I listen more than speak. Many of my friends and relatives commented on the lack of my utterance and talking. This may be because I was the first child in my family. The first child is usually a quiet, I think so. Or that may be of my passion since childhood for reading. It made me accompanied books and magazines and preferred it to people and sit with it alone for a long time. I feel that my mental full of many aspirations and dreams. I always think to aim and I try to access it. I love planning and order. My wish is that Allah is pleased with me and I have a good mark in my life. I would like to do things benefit the community and my religious. I love the optimism and positive and I hate pessimism and negative. What most annoys me that I find someone stand in the way of achieving my ambitions. My strong arm in life is pray for Allah and conversing with him. Pray is a great reason to achieving many of my wishes and made many dislikes go. So praise is to Allah first and foremost and at last.
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Lesson eight: Part 2
Write a Story
There was a gardener have tow punnets. He linked them with a stick carried on his shoulder. He was filling them water every day from the river as he was returning to his home. One day after he sat and put them next to him, He heard a sad voice calling him. He looked around and did not find anyone. He was very surprised because he was only.
- Who call me? No one here. The gardener said.
- See your side; I’m your fracture punnet. The punnet said.
- Is this a reasonable? punnet speak. The gardener said.
- Yes, I am very disappointed Hear Me. The punnet said.
- I am ashamed of myself the water which I carry it reached less every day most of it are falling out of me on the way. While your second punnet keeps all the water. The punnet said.
The gardener accompanied his tow punnets and said to sad one: Look to the side of the road that you are close to him …. It is filled with green grass and beautiful roses ... See that it looks fantastic. This is because the water that falls from you every day and watered it.
Punnet is very happy and it learned she had done something special.
We must focus on our advantages and not highlight on our own shortcomings the length of time. The gardener said to her.
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Lesson eight: Part 3
Idioms
· Mother: "You were not all there in the pray. You should be more devout. But you was moving a lot in your pray”.
Daughter: “Well. I regret. And I will improve my prayer, Allah willing”.
· :bkh: My little daughter makes me spend fun times.
Write about yourself
What an interesting theme, although I have not become accustomed to talk about myself a lot. All around me knows that I listen more than speak. Many of my friends and relatives commented on the lack of my utterance and talking. This may be because I was the first child in my family. The first child is usually a quiet, I think so. Or that may be of my passion since childhood for reading. It made me accompanied books and magazines and preferred it to people and sit with it alone for a long time. I feel that my mental full of many aspirations and dreams. I always think to aim and I try to access it. I love planning and order. My wish is that Allah is pleased with me and I have a good mark in my life. I would like to do things benefit the community and my religious. I love the optimism and positive and I hate pessimism and negative. What most annoys me that I find someone stand in the way of achieving my ambitions. My strong arm in life is pray for Allah and conversing with him. Pray is a great reason to achieving many of my wishes and made many dislikes go. So praise is to Allah first and foremost and at last.
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Lesson eight: Part 2
Write a Story
There was a gardener have tow punnets. He linked them with a stick carried on his shoulder. He was filling them water every day from the river as he was returning to his home. One day after he sat and put them next to him, He heard a sad voice calling him. He looked around and did not find anyone. He was very surprised because he was only.
- Who call me? No one here. The gardener said.
- See your side; I’m your fracture punnet. The punnet said.
- Is this a reasonable? punnet speak. The gardener said.
- Yes, I am very disappointed Hear Me. The punnet said.
- I am ashamed of myself the water which I carry it reached less every day most of it are falling out of me on the way. While your second punnet keeps all the water. The punnet said.
The gardener accompanied his tow punnets and said to sad one: Look to the side of the road that you are close to him …. It is filled with green grass and beautiful roses ... See that it looks fantastic. This is because the water that falls from you every day and watered it.
Punnet is very happy and it learned she had done something special.
We must focus on our advantages and not highlight on our own shortcomings the length of time. The gardener said to her.
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Lesson eight: Part 3
Idioms
· Mother: "You were not all there in the pray. You should be more devout. But you was moving a lot in your pray”.
Daughter: “Well. I regret. And I will improve my prayer, Allah willing”.
· :bkh: My little daughter makes me spend fun times.
دونا :
Hi my teacher I hope you fine and having a pretty days Kindly, find my answers bellow Lesson 8 part 1 I am a young woman with a big imagination and doze of wishes. As you know, my name is Done and I was born in Riyadh. My family is consisting of my parents, two sisters one of them is marred and two brothers. I graduated from computer since college in 1427H and I worked in a company for three years as a programmer then I resigned for some personal reasons. The most things that means a lot to me are : my family and my friendships. About my personality, I like my loyalty and my diligence. On the other side I heat in me being crazy with organizing and loving to talk and talk all the time. My hobbies are: reading, writing and drawing. Anything makes me happy for example I feel that I am on the top of the world if I have a cup of hot tea with sweet piece of cake while watching TV or reading a book alone in my room. My aims are to get a suitable job, having more friend, taking master degree and being perfect in English. My dream is to make my parents proud of me and to be a good model to a Muslim woman Lesson 8 part 2 Very time ago there was a puffy princess called Hind. She had a rough heart and a hurting tongue. She was yelling at old people, hitting children and insulting every one. Her people heated her a lot. One day they planned to kidnap her and leave her to be lost on the woods while her father, the king, being outside the country. Her loyal servant heard about this plan and she convinced her princess to run away to her home to hide there. The servant was living in a very old hut with her mom and her five sisters. At the first night there the servant gave Hind a blanket and told her to sleep with her in one room. Hind became mad and asked for a personal room but the servant smiled at her face and said: then you can sleep out the hut, there are no extra rooms. Hind depressed and slept on the servant room. At the morning Hind saw how the sisters were talking, working, helping each other and laughing. At the end of the day Hind said to her servant: teach me how to be happy as you and your sisters. The servant smiled and said: love people, help them and treat them as princesses then you will be very happy. On the next day, hind worked with the advice. She helped in cleaning, cooking and told the servant's sisters a nice story at the night. after a week, hind became a nice and caring girl. She learned to love, help and be happy. After a month the king came back with hind to the palace. And from that day she became a new person and her country loved her a lot. At the end, every one live happy ever after Lesson 8 part 3 Ahmed about to graduate this semester There are roses all over the gardenHi my teacher I hope you fine and having a pretty days Kindly, find my answers bellow ...
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