مساعدة ارجوكم

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

اخوانى اخواتى فى الملتقى ارجوا منكم ان تساعدونى فى اختيار موضوع قيم فى اللغة الانجليزية

ضرورى خلال هالايام هاى لازم نسلمه للدكتور فى الجامعة الموضوع عليه خمسة عشر علامة

عن اىموضوع المهم يكون موضوع جميل

ارجوا ان لا اكون قد اتقلتوا عليكم بطلبى

وعليكم السلام

اختى ولكن ما هو الموضوع الذى تريدينه

ساحاول ان اساعدكِ ان استطعت ووفقك الله

موضوع فى مدخل اللغة الانجليزية

اى موضوع ترونه مناسب وقيم

مثلا عن كاركاتيربالصور بالانجليزية

د

اختى ما رايك بقصائد باللغنة الانجليزية شاعر محمود درويش

ماشي ممكن

بس بكون افضل ادا ما في ازعاج ادا في موجود كاركتير
شكرا لالك كتير

حوار بين طفل فلسطيني و آخر يهودي

يحصل على جائزة أفضل كاريكاتير في أمريكا

الكاريكاتيرالسياسي الذي فاز بجائزة أفضل كاريكاتير في الولايات المتحدةالأمريكية و هو عبارة عن حوار بين طفل فلسطيني و آخر يهودي و هوالكاريكاتيرالذي استطاع وفق وجهة نظر الكثيرين ايصال رسالة حقيقية عن واقعما يحصل على الأرض الفلسطينية خلافا لما يتم الترويج له في عمومالاعلام الامريكي و تاليا الكاريكاتير و نصه :

الطفل اليهود:إن أبي اخبرني أنكم انتم العرب

حيواناتإرهابيون شريرون.

الطفل الفلسطيني:إن أبي لم يخبرني أي شيء لأن أباك قتله.

واذا ما اعجبك خبرينى حتى ابحث لك عن غيره

اممم طيب يا حبوبة

ما رايك ان تتطلعي على هالرابط

http://www.english4arab.net/vb/index.php

هذا منتدى كثير حلو وفيه كثير دروس متنوعة تختص باللغة الانجليزية

اختاري منها ما شئتي ويارب اكون افدتك

شكرا اخى ضيف على هذه الصورة

فادا ممكن تاتى لى بصور اخرى ادا ما فى ازعاج وراح اكون ممتن الك اكتير

وشكرا لكى اخت نسيم الفجر

ولا يهمك اختى

ولكن... انتى حتنقليه على فلاش ولا حتطبعيه طباعة

أختي أميرة انا ممكن أساعدك

بس يعني موضوع بحثك مفتوح

أقصد إنو ممكن تكتبي عن اي موضوع

ارجو التوضيح

لا يا اخ ضيف انا بدى اطبعه طباعة تعبتك معى اخى ضيف
بشكرك اكتير

اختى خذى هذا الموضوع

وهو < قصائد لمحمود درويش> واذا ما اعجبك احكيلى

The Lover

"Her eyes andthe tattoo on her hands are Palestinian,

Hername, Palestinian,

Herdreams and sorrow, Palestinian,

Herkerchief, her feet and body, Palestinian,

Herwords and her silence, Palestinian,
Hervoice, Palestinian,
Her birth and her death,Palestinian."

MahmoudDarwish.

Identity Card

Record!

I am an Arab
And my identity card isnumber fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the ninth is coming aftera summer
Will you be ?

Record!
I am an Arab
Employed with fellow workersat a quarry
I have eight children
I get them bread
Garments and books
from the rocks..
I do not supplicate charityat your doors
Nor do I belittle myself atthe footsteps of your chamber
So will you be ?

Record!
I am an Arab
I have a name without a title
Patient in a country
Where people are enraged
My roots
Were entrenched before thebirth of time
And before the opening of theeras
Before the pines, and theolive trees
And before grass grew

My father.. descends form thefamily of the plow
Not from a privileged class
And my grandfather..was afarmer
Neither well-bred, norwell-born!
Teaches me the pride of thesun
Before teaching me how toread
And my house is like awatchman’s hut
Made of branches and cane
Are you satisfied with mystatus?
I have a name without atitle!

Record!
I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchardsof my ancestors
And the land which Icultivated
Along with my children
And you left nothing for us
Except for these rocks..
So will the State take them
As it has been said?!

Therefor!
Record on the top of thefirst page:
I do not hate people
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper’s flesh will bemy food
Beware..
Beware..
Of my hunger
And my anger!

Passport

They did not recognize me inthe shadows
That suck away my color inthis Passport
And to them my wound was anexhibit
For a tourist Who loves tocollect photographs
They did not recognize me,
Ah . . . Don’t leave
The palm of my hand withoutthe sun
Because the trees recognizeme
Don’t leave me pale like themoon!

All the birds that followedmy palm
To the door of the distantairport
All the wheat fields
All the prisons
All the white tombstones
All the barbed Boundaries
All the waving handkerchiefs
All the eyes
were with me,
But they dropped them from mypassport

Stripped of my name andidentity?
On soil I nourished with myown hands?
Today Job cried out
Filling the sky:
Don’t make and example of meagain!
Oh, gentlemen, Prophets,
Don’t ask the trees for theirnames
Don’t ask the valleys whotheir mother is
From my forehead bursts thesward of light
And from my hand springs thewater of the river
All the hearts of the peopleare my identity
So take away my passport!

Psalm 9

O rose beyond the reach oftime and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarvesof all the winds
surprise me with one dream
that my madness will recoilfrom you
Recoiling from you
In order to approach you
I discovered time
Approaching you
in order to recoil form you
I discovered my senses
Between approach and recoil
there is a stone the size ofa dream
It does not approach
It does not recoil
You are my country
A stone is not what I am
therefore I do not like toface the sky
not do I die level with theground
but I am a stranger, always astranger

I am from There

I come fromthere and remember,
I was born like everyone isborne, I have a mother
and a house with manywindows,
I have brothers, friendsand a prison.
I have a wave thatsea-gulls snatched away.
I have a view of my own andan extra blade of grass.
I have a moon past the peakof words.
I have the god sent food ofbirds and olive tree beyond the ken of time.
I have traversed the landbefore swords turned bodies into banquets.
I come from there. I returnthe sky to its mother when for its mother the
sky cries, and I weep for areturning cloud to know me.
I have learned the words ofblood-stained courts in order to break the rules.
I have learned anddismantled all the words to construct a single one:
Home

A LoverFrom Palestine
Her eyes are Palestinian
Her name isPalestinian
Her dressand sorrow Palestinian
Herkerchief, her feet and body Palestinian
Her words and silencePalestinian
Her voicePalestinian
Her birthand her death Palestinian
I Am There
I come fromthere and remember,
I was bornlike everyone is born, I have a mother
and a housewith many windows,
I havebrothers, friends and a prison.
I have awave that sea-gulls snatched away.
I have aview of my own and an extra blade of grass.
I have amoon past the peak of words.
I have thegodsent food of birds and an olive tree beyond the kent of time.
I havetraversed the land before swords turned bodies into banquets.
I come fromthere, I return the sky to its mother when for its mother the
sky cries,and I weep for a returning cloud to know me.
I havelearned the words of blood-stained courts in order to break the rules.
I havelearned and dismantled all the words to construct a single one:

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