Translation of "Bread" in Arabic

- I eat bread.
- I'm eating bread.
- I am eating bread.

أنا آكل الخبز.

Eat bread.

كل الخبز.

I eat bread.

آكل الخبز.

- The bread is not fresh.
- The bread isn't fresh.

الخبز ليس طازجاً.

Who ate the bread?

مَن أكل الخبز؟

This bread is delicious.

هذا الخبز لذيذ.

The bread is fresh.

الخبز طازج.

Do you bake bread?

- هل تخبز خبز؟
- هل تخبزي خبز؟

- Bread is dry, water is cold.
- Bread is dry, water is cold

الخبز جاف والماء بارد.

Mayuko eats bread for breakfast.

تأكل مايوكو الخبز على الفطور.

Bread is made from wheat.

يصنع الخبز من القمح.

The woman is eating bread.

تاكل المرأة خبزاً.

The bread is not fresh.

الخبز ليس طازجاً.

The man is eating bread.

هذا الرجل يأكل الخبز.

I forgot to buy bread.

نسيتُ شراء الخبز.

Don't forget to buy bread!

لا تنس شراء الخبز!

Eat bread and drink water.

كل الخبز وشرب الماء.

We shook hands, we broke bread.

تصافحنا وأكلنا معًا.

He ate only bread and cakes.

هو أكل الخبز والكعك فقط.

Without flour, there will be no bread

بدون طحين ، لن يكون هناك خبز

Please give me a piece of bread.

أعطني كسرة خبز من فضلك.

He earns his bread as a writer.

يكسب قوته بالكتابة.

This bread is hard as a rock.

هذه الخبزة صلبة كالصخر.

The bread is baking in the oven.

الخبز يخبز في الفرن.

Which do you prefer, rice or bread?

ماذا تفضل أكثر، الرز أم الخبز؟

In fact, we can not even find bread

في الواقع ، لا يمكننا حتى العثور على الخبز

Mother went to town to get some bread.

ذهبت الأم إلى المدينة لجلب بعض الخبز.

Tell me which bread you want to eat.

قل لي أي نوع من الخبز تريد أكله.

I know that her bread will be tasty.

أعلم أن خبزها سيكون لذيذا.

Tell me what bread you'd like to eat.

- أي نوع من الخبز تريدون أن تأكلوا؟
- أي نوع من الخبز تريد أن تأكل؟

I always buy my bread from the bakery.

أشتري دائما خبزي من المخبز.

Me delivering bread while my dad's driving the truck."

أنا أنقلُ الخبزَ وأبي يقودها.

There is snow in between. Let's eat the bread.

هناك ثلوج بينهما. لنأكل الخبز.

♪ I Imagined that we split a bread sitting down ♪

♪ حلمت أن نقسم الخبز من خلال الجلوس ♪

I'm like, "OK, I'm going to be a bread guy now."

حسناً، سأعملُ موزّعاً للخبز"

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.

في عالمنا أناس جياع لدرجة أن الرب لا يمكن أن يظهر لهم إلا في صورة كسرة خبز.

- Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
- Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name; Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil.
- O Our Father in Heaven, Holy be your name, Your Kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our sins, as we also have forgiven our sinners. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

أَبَانَا الَّذِي فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ لِيَتَقَدَّسِ اسْمُكَ. لِيَأْتِ مَلَكُوتُكَ. لِتَكُنْ مَشِيئَتُكَ كَمَا فِي السَّمَاءِ كَذَلِكَ عَلَى الأَرْضِ. خُبْزَنَا كَفَافَنَا أَعْطِنَا الْيَوْمَ. وَاغْفِرْ لَنَا ذُنُوبَنَا كَمَا نَغْفِرُ نَحْنُ أَيْضاً لِلْمُذْنِبِينَ إِلَيْنَا. وَلاَ تُدْخِلْنَا فِي تَجْرِبَةٍ لَكِنْ نَجِّنَا مِنَ الشِّرِّيرِ.

- 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.

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.