Translation of "قدمي ‬" in English

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Examples of using "قدمي ‬" in a sentence and their english translations:

- لدي ألم في قدمي.
- أشعر بألم في قدمي.

I have a pain in my foot.

لقد أذيت قدمي.

I hurt my foot.

قدمي صغيرتان مقارنةً يقدميك.

My feet are small compared to yours.

على قدمي مجددًا، إنه ممكن.

Back on my feet. It's possible.

هل لديك حذاءً بحجم قدمي؟

Do you have these shoes in my size?

شخص ما داس على قدمي.

Someone stepped on my foot.

تعمد أن يدوس على قدمي.

He stepped on my foot on purpose.

لدي ألم في اصبع قدمي الصغير.

I have a pain in my little toe.

في كل مرة كنت أحرك فيها قدمي.

every time I moved my foot.

شيءٌ ما لَمَس الجزء الخارجي من جلد قدمي اليُسرى.

Something touched the outside of my left leg in the skin.

شيءٌ ما لمس الجزء الخارجي من جلد قدمي اليُسرى.

Something touched the outside of my left leg in the skin.

كان يجب علي فقط أن أقف على قدمي اليمنى،

I just had to stand up on my right foot.

- ما زالت قدماي تؤلمانني.
- ما زالت قدمَيّ تؤلمانني.
- قدمي ما زالت تؤلمني.

My legs still hurt.

‫ذراعاي للتوازن فحسب.‬ ‫يتيح لي لف الحبل حول قدمي ‬ ‫أن أدفع نفسي للأعلى.‬

My arms are just balancing. Having the rope wrapped around my foot that allows me to push up.

في هذه المرحلة من تاريخ أمريكا، لا وجود لما يدعى بالصحافة المستقلة. أنت تدري وأنا أدري. لا يجرؤ أي منكم على كتابة آرائه الصادقة، ولو فعل، فإنكم تعلمون مسبقًا أن رأيه الصادق لن ينشر البتة. يدفع لي أسبوعيًّا لأبقي آرائي الصادقة خارج الصحيفة التي أتصل بها. أنتم كذلك يدفع لكم رواتب مشابهةٌ لتفعلوا أمرًا مشابهًا، ومن بلغت به الحماقة أن يكتب آراء صادقةً فسيجد نفسه في الشارع باحثًا عن عمل آخر. لو سمحتُ لآرائي الحقيقية أن تظهر في عدد من أعداد صحيفتي، فستولي وظيفتي قبل مضي أربع وعشرين ساعة. شغل الصحفي الشاغل هو أن يدمر الحقيقة، ويكذب بلا خجل، ويحرف، ويذم، ويطلب الزلفى عند قدمي قارون، وأن يبيع بلده وعِرقه لينال خبز يومه. أنت تدري وأنا أدري، وكم في شرب نخب الصحافة المستقلة من غباوة؟ نحن الدمى التي تُسحب خيوطها فتتراقص. مواهبنا، وإمكانياتنا، ومَعَايِشُنَا كلها ملك رجال آخرين. نحن نمارس العهر العقلي.

- 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.