Examples of using "بلغت" in a sentence and their english translations:
you reach like a basic level.
In fact, when I was in high school,
So, when I was two years old, my dad died.
So when I turned 17, my father challenged me.
So, this is me in the fourth grade.
and as a college professor, I thought I peaked --
I came from India to Canada when I was a year old,
When I was about 11, she had a mother of a moment.
No, now I am 33 years old, look, I am 33 years old.
The issue of our stuff had come to a head a few weeks earlier.
Mongol losses were 3 to 5000 in total.
By 2007, the value of these shares had reached 700 dollars.
In 2006, when I was eight years old, my sister Emma was born.
quick victories over the Austrians, that culminated in the Battle of Eggmühl.
and then culminated in "No Child Left Behind."
Or was it after eight-year-old Asifa, who was raped and brutally murdered?
It's May, and the pups are now four months old.
The winter manoeuvring culminated in the horrific Battle of Eylau, which Ney’s corps reached
government owns 90% of the territory. On the other hand, bureaucracy has reached insane
The power of the Caliphate was such that they were able to overthrow a Chinese-backed Sogdian ruler
weighed 459 tons and he took with him two Mercedes-Benz S600 limos.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.