قبل وفاة الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم كانت حجة الوداع، وبعدها نزل قول الله عز وجل
( اليوم أكملت لكم دينكم وأتممت عليكم نعمتي ورضيت لكم الاسلام دينا )
فبكي أبو بكر الصديق عند سماعه هذه الآيه..
فقالوا له: ما يبكيك يا أبو بكر أنها آية مثل كل آيه نزلت علي الرسول ..
فقال : هذا نعي رسول الله .
وعاد الرسول.. وقبل الوفاه بـ 9 أيام نزلت آخر ايه من القرآن
( واتقوا يوما ترجعون فيه الي الله ثم توفي كل نفس ما كسبت وهم لا يظلمون).
وبدأ الوجع يظهر علي الرسول
فقال : أريد أن أزور شهداء أحد
فذهب الي شهداء أحد ووقف علي قبور الشهداء
وقال السلام عليكم يا شهداء أحد، أنتم السابقون وإنا إن شاء الله بكم لاحقون، وإني إن شاء الله بكم لاحق
وأثناء رجوعه من الزياره بكي رسول الله ( صلى الله عليه و سلم
قالوا: ما يبكيك يا رسول الله ؟
قال: ( اشتقت إلي إخواني
قالوا : أولسنا إخوانك يا رسول الله ؟
قال : ( لا أنتم أصحابي، أما إخواني فقوم يأتون من بعدي يؤمنون بي ولم يروني
اللهم أنا نسالك أن نكون منهم
وعاد الرسول وقبل الوفاه بـ 3 أيام بدأ الوجع يشتد عليه وكان في بيت السيده ميمونه
فقال: ( اجمعوا زوجاتي )
فجمعت الزوجات ،
فقال النبي: ( أتأذنون لي أن أمرض في بيت عائشه ؟ )
فقلن: نأذن لك يا رسول الله
فأراد أن يقوم فما استطاع فجاء علي بن أبي طالب والفضل بن العباس فحملا النبي
وخرجوا به من حجرة السيده ميمونه الي حجرة السيدة عائشة فرآه الصحابة علي هذا الحال لأول مره ..
فيبدأ الصحابه في السؤال بهلع :ماذا أحل برسول الله.. ماذا أحل برسول الله.
فتجمع الناس في المسجد وامتلأ وتزاحم الناس عليه..
فبدأ العرق يتصبب من النبي بغزاره
فقالت السيدة عائشة : لم أر في حياتي أحد يتصبب عرقا بهذا الشكل .
فتقول: كنت آخذ بيد النبي وأمسح بها وجهه، لأن يد النبي أكرم وأطيب من يدي.
وتقول : فأسمعه يقول لا اله إلا الله ، إن للموت لسكرات ).. فتقول السيده عائشه : فكثر اللغط ( أي الحديث ) في المسجد اشفاقا علي الرسول
فقال النبي : ( ماهذا ؟ ) ..
فقالوا : يارسول الله ، يخافون عليك .
فقال : ( احملوني إليهم ) ..
فأراد أن يقوم فما استطاع
فصبوا عليه 7 قرب من الماء حتي يفيق . فحمل النبي وصعد إلي المنبر... آخر خطبه لرسول الله و آخر كلمات له
فقال النبي: ( أيها الناس، كأنكم تخافون علي )
فقالوا : نعم يارسول الله .
فقال : ( أيها الناس، موعدكم معي ليس الدنيا، موعدكم معي عند الحوض..
والله لكأني أنظر اليه من مقامي هذا. أيها الناس، والله ما الفقر أخشي عليكم، ولكني أخشي عليكم الدنيا أن تنافسوها كما تنافسها الذين من قبلكم، فتهلككم كما أهلكتهم ) .
ثم قال : ( أيها الناس ، الله الله في الصلاه ، الله الله في الصلاه
بمعني أستحلفكم بالله العظيم أن تحافظوا علي الصلاه ، وظل يرددها
ثم قال : ( أيها الناس، اتقوا الله في النساء، اتقوا الله في النساء، اوصيكم بالنساء خيرا )
ثم قال : ( أيها الناس إن عبدا خيره الله بين الدنيا وبين ما عند الله ، فاختار ما عند الله )
فلم يفهم أحد قصده من هذه الجمله ، وكان يقصد نفسه
سيدنا أبوبكر هو الوحيد الذي فهم هذه الجمله ، فانفجر بالبكاء وعلي نحيبه ، ووقف وقاطع النبي
وقال : فديناك بآبائنا ، فديناك بأمهاتنا ، فديناء بأولادنا ، فديناك بأزواجنا ، فديناك بأموالنا
وظل يرددها ..
فنظر الناس إلي أبو بكر ، كيف يقاطع النبي.. فأخذ النبي يدافع عن أبو بكر
قائلا : ( أيها الناس ، دعوا أبوبكر ، فما منكم من أحد كان له عندنا من فضل إلا كافأناه به ، إلا أبوبكر لم أستطع مكافأته ، فتركت مكافأته إلي الله عز وجل ، كل الأبواب إلي المسجد تسد إلا باب أبوبكر لا يسد أبدا )
وأخيرا قبل نزوله من المنبر ... بدأ الرسول بالدعاء للمسلمين قبل الوفاه كآخر دعوات لهم
فقال أوآكم الله ، حفظكم الله ، نصركم الله ، ثبتكم الله ، أيدكم الله ) ...
وآخر كلمه قالها ، آخر كلمه موجهه للأمه من علي منبره قبل نزوله
قال أيها الناس ، أقرأوا مني السلام كل من تبعني من أمتي إلي يوم القيامه ) .
وحمل مرة أخري إلي بيته. وهو هناك دخل عليه عبد الرحمن بن أبي بكر وفي يده سواك، فظل النبي ينظر الي السواك ولكنه لم يستطيع ان يطلبه من شدة مرضه. ففهمت السيده عائشه من نظرة النبي، فأخذت السواك من عبد الرحمن ووضعته في فم النبي، فلم يستطع أن يستاك به، فأخذته من النبي وجعلت تلينه بفمها وردته للنبي مره أخري حتى يكون طريا عليه
فقالت : كان آخر شئ دخل جوف النبي هو ريقي ، فكان من فضل الله علي أن جمع بين ريقي وريق النبي قبل أن يموت .
تقول السيده عائشه : ثم دخلت فاطمه بنت النبي ، فلما دخلت بكت ، لأن النبي لم يستطع القيام ، لأنه كان يقبلها بين عينيها كلما جاءت إليه ..
فقال النبي: ( ادنو مني يا فاطمه )
فحدثها النبي في أذنها ، فبكت أكثر . فلما بكت
قال لها النبي: ( أدنو مني يا فاطمه )
فحدثها مره أخري في اذنها ، فضحكت .....
بعد وفاته سئلت ماذا قال لك النبي
فقالت : قال لي في المره الأولي : ( يا فاطمه ، إني ميت الليله ) فبكيت ، فلما وجدني أبكي قال : ( يا فاطمه ، أنتي أول أهلي لحاقا بي ) فضحكت .
تقول السيده عائشه : ثم قال النبي : ( أخرجوا من عندي في البيت ) وقال : ( ادنو مني يا عائشه )
فنام النبي علي صدر زوجته ، ويرفع يده للسماء
ويقول : ( بل الرفيق الأعلي، بل الرفيق الأعلي ) ...
تقول السيده عائشه: فعرفت أنه يخير..
دخل سيدنا جبريل علي النبي
وقال : يارسول الله ، ملك الموت بالباب ، يستأذن أن يدخل عليك ، وما استأذن علي أحد من قبلك ..
فقال النبي : ( ائذن له يا جبريل )
فدخل ملك الموت علي النبي
وقال : السلام عليك يا رسول الله ، أرسلني الله أخيرك ، بين البقاء في الدنيا وبين أن تلحق بالله .
فقال النبي : ( بل الرفيق الأعلى ، بل الرفيق الأعلى )
ووقف ملك الموت عند رأس النبي
وقال : أيتها الروح الطيبه ، روح محمد بن عبد الله ، أخرجي إلي رضا من الله و رضوان ورب راض غير غضبان ...
تقول السيده عائشه: فسقطت يد النبي وثقلت رأسه في صدري ، فعرفت أنه قد مات ... فلم أدري ما أفعل ، فما كان مني غير أن خرجت من حجرتي
وفتحت بابي الذي يطل علي الرجال في المسجد وأقول مات رسول الله ، مات رسول الله .
تقول: فانفجر المسجد بالبكاء. فهذا علي بن أبي طالب أقعد، وهذا عثمان بن عفان كالصبي يؤخذ بيده يمني ويسري وهذا عمر بن الخطاب يرفع سيفه ويقول من قال أنه قد مات قطعت رأسه، إنه ذهب للقاء ربه كما ذهب موسي للقاء ربه وسيعود ويقتل من قال أنه قد مات. أما أثبت الناس فكان أبوبكر الصديق رضي الله عنه دخل علي النبي واحتضنه
وقال : وآآآ خليلاه ، وآآآصفياه ، وآآآ حبيباه ، وآآآ نبياه . وقبل النبي
وقال: طبت حيا وطبت ميتا يا رسول الله.
ثم خرج يقول : من كان يعبد محمد فإن محمدا قد مات ، ومن كان يعبد الله فإن الله حي لا يموت ...
ويسقط السيف من يد عمر بن الخطاب،
يقول: فعرفت أنه قد مات... ويقول: فخرجت أجري أبحث عن مكان أجلس فيه وحدي لأبكي وحدي....
ودفن النبي
والسيده فاطمه تقول : أطابت أنفسكم أن تحثوا التراب علي وجه النبي .... ووقفت تنعي النبي
وتقول: يا أبتاه ، أجاب ربا دعاه ، يا أبتاه ، جنة الفردوس مأواه ، يا أبتاه ، الي جبريل ننعاه .
اللهم صلى على سيدنا محمد و على آل سيدنا محمد كما صليت على سيدنا إبراهيم و على آل سيدنا إبراهيم و اللهم بارك على سيدنا محمد و على آل سيدنا محمد كما باركت على سيدنا إبراهيم و على آل سيدنا إبراهيم فى العالمين إنك حميد مجيد
no god but allah and mohamed is his messenger and prophet لا اله الا الله & محمد رسول الله
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Moonwalk
Moonwalk
by Michael Jackson
I’ve always wanted to be able to tell stories, you know, stories that came from my soul. I’d like to sit by a fire and tell people stories – make them see pictures, make them cry and laugh, take them anywhere emotionally with something as deceptively simple as words. I’d like to tell tales to move their souls and transform them. I’ve always wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers must feel, knowing they have that power. I sometimes feel I could do it. It’s something I’d like to develop. In a way, songwriting uses the same skills, creates the emotional highs and lows, but the story is a sketch. It’s quicksilver. There are very few books written on the art of storytelling, how to grip listeners, how to get a group of people together and amuse them. No costumes, no makeup, no nothing, just you and your voice, and your powerful ability to take them anywhere, to transform their lives, if only for minutes.
I think I have a goody-goody image in the press and I hate that, but it’s hard to fight because I don’t normally talk about myself. I am a shy person. It’s true. I don’t like giving interviews or appearing on talk shows. When Doubleday approached me about doing this book, I was interested in being able to talk about how I feel in a book that would be mine – my words and my voice. I hope it will help clear up some misconceptions.
Everybody has many facets to them and I’m no different. When I’m in public, I often feel shy and reserved. Obviously, I feel differently away from the glare of cameras and staring people. My friends, my close associates, know there’s another Michael that I find it difficult to present in the outlandish “public” situations I often find myself in.
It’s different when I’m onstage, however. When I perform, I lose myself. I’m in total control of that stage. I don’t think about anything. I know what I want to do from the moment I step out there and I love every minute of it. I’m actually relaxed onstage. Totally relaxed. It’s nice. I feel relaxed in a studio too. I know whether something feels right. If it doesn’t, I know how to fix it. Everything has to be in place and if it is you feel good, you feel fulfilled. People used to underestimate my ability as a songwriter. They didn’t think of me as a songwriter, so when I started coming up with songs, they’d look at me like: “Who really wrote that?” I don’t know what they must have thought – that I had someone back in the garage who was writing them for me? But time cleared up those misconceptions. You always have to prove yourself to people and so many of them don’t want to believe. I’ve heard tales of Walt Disney going from studio to studio when he first started out, trying to sell his work unsuccessfully and being turned down. When he was finally given a chance, everyone thought he was the greatest thing that ever happened.
Sometimes when you’re treated unfairly it makes you stronger and more determined. Slavery was a terrible thing, but when black people in America finally got out from under the crushing system they were stronger. They knew what it was to have your spirit crippled by people who are controlling your life. They were never going to let that happen again. I admire that kind of strength. People who have it take a stand and put their blood and soul into what they believe.
I believe performers should try to be strong as an example to their audiences. It’s staggering what a person can do if they only try. If you’re under pressure, play off that pressure and use it to advantage to make whatever you’re doing better. Performers owe it to people to be strong and fair.
Often in the past performers have been tragic figures. A lot of truly great people have suffered or died because of pressure or drugs, especially liquor. It’s so sad. You feel cheated as a fan that you didn’t get to watch them evolve as they grew older. One can’t help but wondering what performances Marilyn Monroe would have put in or what Jimi Hendrix might have done in the 1980s.
A lot of celebrities say they don’t want their children to go into show business. I can understand their feelings, but I don’t agree with them. If I had a son or daughter, I’d say, ”By all means, be my guest. Step right in there. If you want to do it, do it.”
To me, nothing is more important than making people happy, giving them a release from their problems and worries, helping them to lighten their load. I want them to walk away from a performance I’ve done saying, ”That was great. I want to go back again. I had a great time.” To me, that’s what it’s all about. That’s wonderful. That’s why I don’t understand when some celebrities say they don’t want their kids in the business.
I think they say that because they’ve been hurt themselves. I can understand that. I’ve been there too.
(Continues...)
by Michael Jackson
I’ve always wanted to be able to tell stories, you know, stories that came from my soul. I’d like to sit by a fire and tell people stories – make them see pictures, make them cry and laugh, take them anywhere emotionally with something as deceptively simple as words. I’d like to tell tales to move their souls and transform them. I’ve always wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers must feel, knowing they have that power. I sometimes feel I could do it. It’s something I’d like to develop. In a way, songwriting uses the same skills, creates the emotional highs and lows, but the story is a sketch. It’s quicksilver. There are very few books written on the art of storytelling, how to grip listeners, how to get a group of people together and amuse them. No costumes, no makeup, no nothing, just you and your voice, and your powerful ability to take them anywhere, to transform their lives, if only for minutes.
I think I have a goody-goody image in the press and I hate that, but it’s hard to fight because I don’t normally talk about myself. I am a shy person. It’s true. I don’t like giving interviews or appearing on talk shows. When Doubleday approached me about doing this book, I was interested in being able to talk about how I feel in a book that would be mine – my words and my voice. I hope it will help clear up some misconceptions.
Everybody has many facets to them and I’m no different. When I’m in public, I often feel shy and reserved. Obviously, I feel differently away from the glare of cameras and staring people. My friends, my close associates, know there’s another Michael that I find it difficult to present in the outlandish “public” situations I often find myself in.
It’s different when I’m onstage, however. When I perform, I lose myself. I’m in total control of that stage. I don’t think about anything. I know what I want to do from the moment I step out there and I love every minute of it. I’m actually relaxed onstage. Totally relaxed. It’s nice. I feel relaxed in a studio too. I know whether something feels right. If it doesn’t, I know how to fix it. Everything has to be in place and if it is you feel good, you feel fulfilled. People used to underestimate my ability as a songwriter. They didn’t think of me as a songwriter, so when I started coming up with songs, they’d look at me like: “Who really wrote that?” I don’t know what they must have thought – that I had someone back in the garage who was writing them for me? But time cleared up those misconceptions. You always have to prove yourself to people and so many of them don’t want to believe. I’ve heard tales of Walt Disney going from studio to studio when he first started out, trying to sell his work unsuccessfully and being turned down. When he was finally given a chance, everyone thought he was the greatest thing that ever happened.
Sometimes when you’re treated unfairly it makes you stronger and more determined. Slavery was a terrible thing, but when black people in America finally got out from under the crushing system they were stronger. They knew what it was to have your spirit crippled by people who are controlling your life. They were never going to let that happen again. I admire that kind of strength. People who have it take a stand and put their blood and soul into what they believe.
I believe performers should try to be strong as an example to their audiences. It’s staggering what a person can do if they only try. If you’re under pressure, play off that pressure and use it to advantage to make whatever you’re doing better. Performers owe it to people to be strong and fair.
Often in the past performers have been tragic figures. A lot of truly great people have suffered or died because of pressure or drugs, especially liquor. It’s so sad. You feel cheated as a fan that you didn’t get to watch them evolve as they grew older. One can’t help but wondering what performances Marilyn Monroe would have put in or what Jimi Hendrix might have done in the 1980s.
A lot of celebrities say they don’t want their children to go into show business. I can understand their feelings, but I don’t agree with them. If I had a son or daughter, I’d say, ”By all means, be my guest. Step right in there. If you want to do it, do it.”
To me, nothing is more important than making people happy, giving them a release from their problems and worries, helping them to lighten their load. I want them to walk away from a performance I’ve done saying, ”That was great. I want to go back again. I had a great time.” To me, that’s what it’s all about. That’s wonderful. That’s why I don’t understand when some celebrities say they don’t want their kids in the business.
I think they say that because they’ve been hurt themselves. I can understand that. I’ve been there too.
(Continues...)
Fire Along the Sky
Fire Along the Sky
by Sara Donati
Early September 1812 Paradise, New-York State
Hot sun and abundant rain: Lily Bonner said a word of thanks for a good summer and the harvest it had given them, and in the same breath she wished her hoe to the devil and herself away.
But there was no chance of escape. Even Lily's mother, whose usual and acknowledged place was at her writing desk or in a classroom, had come to help; everyone must, this close to harvest. The women must, Lily corrected herself: the men were in the cool of the forests.
She glanced up and caught sight of her mother, all furious concentration as she moved along her row. She swung her hoe with the same easy rhythm as Many-Doves. They were an army of two marching through the tasseled rows, corn brushing shoulders and cheeks as if to thank the women for their care.
For all their lives the Mohawk women had spent the best part of every summer day in the fields tending the three sisters: corn, beans, squash. But Lily's mother had been raised in a great English manor house with servants, and she had not held a hoe in her hands-white skin, ink-stained fingers-until she was thirty. Elizabeth Middleton had come to New-York as a spinster, a teacher, a crusader; in just six months' time she had become someone very different.
Lily understood a simple truth: the day came for every woman when she must choose one kind of life or another or let someone else make the choice for her. For some the crucial moment came suddenly, without warning and when least expected; others saw it approaching, pushing up out of the ground like a weed.
It was an image that would not leave her mind, and so she had finally spoken about it to her mother, holding the idea out in open palms like the egg of an unfamiliar and exotic bird.
And how it had pleased her mother, this simple gift. She sat contemplating her folded hands for a moment, Quaker-gray eyes fixed on the horizon and a tilt to her head that meant her mind was far away, reliving some moment, recalling a phrase read last week or ten years ago. When she spoke, finally, it was not with the quotation Lily expected.
She said, "There are so many choices available to you, such riches for the taking. The very best advice I can give you is very simple. You have heard me say it in different ways, but I'll put it as simply as I can. When it comes time to choose, try to favor the rational over the subjective."
At that Lily had laughed out loud, in surprise and disappointment. Who else had a mother who would say such a thing, and in such a studiously odd way? Other people were satisfied with quoting the bible and old wives' wisdoms, but Lily had a mother who preferred Kant to the Proverbs. Who made decisions with her head when she could, and was convinced that in doing so, her other needs would be satisfied.
Certainly she could point to even the most unconventional choices she had made in her life and argue that they were rational, and more than that: that she was happy with the choices she had made. As most of the other women Lily knew were happy with the lives they had.
Her cousin Kateri had chosen a husband from the Turtle clan at Good Pasture and gone with him to live among the Mohawk on the Canadian side of the St. Lawrence. It was too early yet to know how well she had chosen, or how badly. Other women misstepped and struggled mightily forever after; there were a few like that in Paradise, burning bright with the anger they must swallow day by day.
And then there was Hannah, her own sister, who had chosen to leave home and chosen well, in spite of the fact that the wars in the west had taken it all away from her. Now she was neither angry nor content but merely alive, as placid and blank as the clouds overhead and just as distant.
The war was coming closer all the time, and while they had not heard a single shot fired and none of the men had gone to join the fighting-not yet, Lily corrected herself-there were casualties. Lily counted herself among them.
Without the war she would have left two months ago for New-York City. The plan had taken a full year to finalize: she would live with her uncle and aunt Spencer in their fine house on Whitehall Street and study art with the teachers they had found for her. In time, when she had advanced far enough, she would travel with them to Europe where she could study the work of the great artists.
But all of that had come to a sudden end, because men must fight and to do that they started wars. Her own brother was infected with that need, her twin brother. The strangeness of it never faded.
Many-Doves was telling a story. Lily's mother laughed in response, a gentle hiccupping laughter that meant she was embarrassed. All these years living among the plain-speaking Kahnyen'kehoka women, but her mother still blushed and laughed like a proper young English lady when the talk turned to men and women and the things they were to each other.
This is the life my mother chose. Lily repeated this sentence to herself often, and every time she was overcome with admiration and resentment in equal measure.
When Many-Doves decided the time was right they put down the hoes to eat in the shade of the birch trees. Lily filled empty gourds with water from the stream and they unwrapped a parcel of cornbread and boiled eggs and peppery radishes plucked this morning from the kitchen garden, still trailing clots of damp earth. Lily listened for a while as they talked about the coming harvest and the day's work.
When it was clear that today was not the day they would decide among themselves what was to be done to heal Hannah, Lily went off to wade in the lake, digging her toes into the mud and pulling her skirts up through her belt so that the duck grass tickled her bare calves. She wet her handkerchief and wiped her face and the back of her neck free of dust and grit, thankful for the cool and the breeze and the very colors of the sky. Lily felt her mother watching her, her love and pride and worry radiating as hot and true as the sun itself.
The sound of drumming hooves brought her out of her daydream. The others heard it too, all of them turning in the direction of the village, their heads tilted at just the same angle, listening hard.
"Riders!" Her brother Gabriel exploded out of a clump of grass almost under Lily's nose, all pinwheeling arms and legs and spraying water. Annie, Many-Doves' daughter, was just behind him and they galloped toward the women, both of them sleekly wet and naked. Gabriel's skin was burned almost as dark as Annie's, so that his gray eyes worked silver.
"Five riders!" Annie shouted as if she must make herself heard on the top of the mountain.
"We hear." Many-Doves raised a hand to screen out the sun as she looked in the direction of the village.
"Your Uncle Todd's letter said he hoped to be home today," Lily's mother said, wiping her neck with a kerchief. "But who does he have with him?" Her expression was a combination of worry and anticipation and excitement too.
"Whoever it is, they must be lost," Lily said, wishing herself wrong even as she said the words. "No stranger ever comes to Paradise on purpose."
The cornfield was on a little rise that gave them a good view of the village on the other side of the lake: the building that had once been the church but now was just a meetinghouse, as no minister seemed to want to stay in Paradise; the well; the dusty road that widened in front of the trading post and then narrowed again to disappear almost immediately into the woods; a few cabins; the smithy; here and there a curl of smoke from a chimney they could not see.
Every year Paradise was a little smaller, like an old woman hunching down into her bones. When a family gave up and moved on the cabin stayed empty and the garden around it lay fallow, simply because Uncle Todd could not be bothered to look for new tenants. At this moment the only sign of life was a cat asleep on the wall of the well, her fur gleaming in the sun. But folks would come soon enough: so many riders at once was almost as good as a fire for waking them up.
The sound of hooves on the road grew louder and louder still, and then the riders showed themselves. Five of them, as Annie had foretold. Uncle Todd and cousin Ethan among them-Lily made out that much and nothing about the others; she did not have her father's keen eyesight. Gabriel had it, though. Gabriel and Daniel and all her brothers; eyesight keen enough to count acorns on the highest branch. And now young Gabriel had caught sight of something that made every muscle quiver. He turned his head toward the women and his eyes were perfectly round with anticipation.
"Yes," Elizabeth said, answering the question he hadn't asked. "But put your breechclout on first. You too, Annie, you can't go greet people in such a state."
To Lily she said, "That will slow them down a little, at least. Come along, maybe we can get there first."
Without any discussion Many-Doves began to gather the hoes together.
"But there's six hours of sun left," Lily said as her mother moved off. She found herself as uneasy about the strangers as she had been eager to see them just a moment ago.
Many-Doves laughed and poked her shoulder with two fingers. "As if you could work now with your brother just come home."
All of the riders had dismounted but for one, a smaller figure-a lady by her bearing, Lily saw now. One of the men had a hand on the woman's saddle, his head canted up to talk to her-argue with her, Lily corrected herself, taking in the way he held himself-and in that moment she recognized him.
"Luke," she said.
Her brother Luke, come from Montreal without word or warning, and in time of war. Lily felt the shock of it in the tips of her fingers, shock and joy and a flash of fear.
Lily's mother had recognized him too, and picked up her skirts and her pace both. Gabriel and Annie streaked past, heels flashing.
"Who is that lady?" Lily asked out loud.
Many-Doves made an approving sound deep in her throat. "Maybe your brother has finally brought a wife home with him."
"They argue as though they were married," Lily agreed.
Luke turned away from the stranger and pulled his hat from his head in frustration. The lady turned her horse away and started up the path that led to Uncle Todd's place while Luke watched her, his fists at his sides.
Richard Todd was the most prominent man in Paradise, the richest in both land and money, and a trained medical doctor. His fine two-story house was the only brick building in a village of squared-log cabins. It had been the largest house until the Widow Kuick bought the mill and built her own fine house, but the Kuick place had fallen into disrepair these last years and sat hunched on the hillside overlooking the village, like a frowsy old woman without the wits to look after herself.
Richard Todd was rarely at home and the Kuick widows rarely stepped out of doors, but when Richard went off to Johnstown or Albany, his place in the world and the things he called his own-house, gardens, pastures, cornfields, barns and outbuildings, books and animals and plowshares-were cared for. A small kingdom beautifully kept, and the doctor had spent less than three weeks in residence in the last six months.
It was a situation that suited his housekeeper very well. At seventy-nine Curiosity Freeman still ran things, overseeing the house servants-her own granddaughters-and the farm workers like a benevolent general presiding over well-trained and adoring troops.
Together Curiosity and Elizabeth and Many-Doves looked after the medical needs of the village; they dosed children for worms, set broken bones, delivered babies, laid out the dead and comforted the living. Sometimes Curiosity went for days without giving the absent doctor a thought.
They were in the laboratory, the farthest of the outbuildings on the Todd property. Once this had been the heart of Richard's medical practice, and it had surprised Hannah to find that while she was gone it had been given over to a different kind of research. According to Curiosity, Joshua Hench had been conducting experiments with metals and blackpowder explosives, all with Richard's approval.
"Wouldn't do no good to tell you," Curiosity said in response to Hannah's questions. Her irritation was sharp and clear on her face. "You just have to wait and see for yourself. Unless you was wanting the laboratory for your own work?" She looked at Hannah hopefully. "Then Joshua will just have to clear out, go blow himself up someplace else where I don't got to hear it happen."
Hannah didn't want the laboratory; she hadn't come home to practice medicine, after all, and she said so.
"You've expressed your concerns to Richard, I take it."
At that Curiosity just snorted. "You wave a firecracker under a man's nose, he ain't going to pay no attention, no matter what kind of sense you be talking." Then she pushed out a sigh. "Ain't nothing to be done, but it do set my teeth on edge."
Hannah was relieved if Curiosity was willing to abandon the subject. She turned her attention to the stack of Richard's daybooks on the standing desk. Ledger after ledger in which he had logged his daily work: treatments, patients seen, raw materials ordered from Albany and New-York City and beyond, experiments he had undertaken and the results they had produced. All neat, well ordered and full of Richard's dry observations.
June 4 1808. Set right tibula on the youngest Ratz boy. Subject healthy if dull-witted ten-year-old; clean break; no tearing to the muscle or ligaments; prognosis good if he can be kept out of trees.
Curiosity had come along to keep Hannah company while she read. She sat near the door in the light from the single window, snapping beans in a bowl in her lap.
"Richard has been away a long time," Hannah noted; the last entry in the daybook was six months old.
(Continues...)
by Sara Donati
Early September 1812 Paradise, New-York State
Hot sun and abundant rain: Lily Bonner said a word of thanks for a good summer and the harvest it had given them, and in the same breath she wished her hoe to the devil and herself away.
But there was no chance of escape. Even Lily's mother, whose usual and acknowledged place was at her writing desk or in a classroom, had come to help; everyone must, this close to harvest. The women must, Lily corrected herself: the men were in the cool of the forests.
She glanced up and caught sight of her mother, all furious concentration as she moved along her row. She swung her hoe with the same easy rhythm as Many-Doves. They were an army of two marching through the tasseled rows, corn brushing shoulders and cheeks as if to thank the women for their care.
For all their lives the Mohawk women had spent the best part of every summer day in the fields tending the three sisters: corn, beans, squash. But Lily's mother had been raised in a great English manor house with servants, and she had not held a hoe in her hands-white skin, ink-stained fingers-until she was thirty. Elizabeth Middleton had come to New-York as a spinster, a teacher, a crusader; in just six months' time she had become someone very different.
Lily understood a simple truth: the day came for every woman when she must choose one kind of life or another or let someone else make the choice for her. For some the crucial moment came suddenly, without warning and when least expected; others saw it approaching, pushing up out of the ground like a weed.
It was an image that would not leave her mind, and so she had finally spoken about it to her mother, holding the idea out in open palms like the egg of an unfamiliar and exotic bird.
And how it had pleased her mother, this simple gift. She sat contemplating her folded hands for a moment, Quaker-gray eyes fixed on the horizon and a tilt to her head that meant her mind was far away, reliving some moment, recalling a phrase read last week or ten years ago. When she spoke, finally, it was not with the quotation Lily expected.
She said, "There are so many choices available to you, such riches for the taking. The very best advice I can give you is very simple. You have heard me say it in different ways, but I'll put it as simply as I can. When it comes time to choose, try to favor the rational over the subjective."
At that Lily had laughed out loud, in surprise and disappointment. Who else had a mother who would say such a thing, and in such a studiously odd way? Other people were satisfied with quoting the bible and old wives' wisdoms, but Lily had a mother who preferred Kant to the Proverbs. Who made decisions with her head when she could, and was convinced that in doing so, her other needs would be satisfied.
Certainly she could point to even the most unconventional choices she had made in her life and argue that they were rational, and more than that: that she was happy with the choices she had made. As most of the other women Lily knew were happy with the lives they had.
Her cousin Kateri had chosen a husband from the Turtle clan at Good Pasture and gone with him to live among the Mohawk on the Canadian side of the St. Lawrence. It was too early yet to know how well she had chosen, or how badly. Other women misstepped and struggled mightily forever after; there were a few like that in Paradise, burning bright with the anger they must swallow day by day.
And then there was Hannah, her own sister, who had chosen to leave home and chosen well, in spite of the fact that the wars in the west had taken it all away from her. Now she was neither angry nor content but merely alive, as placid and blank as the clouds overhead and just as distant.
The war was coming closer all the time, and while they had not heard a single shot fired and none of the men had gone to join the fighting-not yet, Lily corrected herself-there were casualties. Lily counted herself among them.
Without the war she would have left two months ago for New-York City. The plan had taken a full year to finalize: she would live with her uncle and aunt Spencer in their fine house on Whitehall Street and study art with the teachers they had found for her. In time, when she had advanced far enough, she would travel with them to Europe where she could study the work of the great artists.
But all of that had come to a sudden end, because men must fight and to do that they started wars. Her own brother was infected with that need, her twin brother. The strangeness of it never faded.
Many-Doves was telling a story. Lily's mother laughed in response, a gentle hiccupping laughter that meant she was embarrassed. All these years living among the plain-speaking Kahnyen'kehoka women, but her mother still blushed and laughed like a proper young English lady when the talk turned to men and women and the things they were to each other.
This is the life my mother chose. Lily repeated this sentence to herself often, and every time she was overcome with admiration and resentment in equal measure.
When Many-Doves decided the time was right they put down the hoes to eat in the shade of the birch trees. Lily filled empty gourds with water from the stream and they unwrapped a parcel of cornbread and boiled eggs and peppery radishes plucked this morning from the kitchen garden, still trailing clots of damp earth. Lily listened for a while as they talked about the coming harvest and the day's work.
When it was clear that today was not the day they would decide among themselves what was to be done to heal Hannah, Lily went off to wade in the lake, digging her toes into the mud and pulling her skirts up through her belt so that the duck grass tickled her bare calves. She wet her handkerchief and wiped her face and the back of her neck free of dust and grit, thankful for the cool and the breeze and the very colors of the sky. Lily felt her mother watching her, her love and pride and worry radiating as hot and true as the sun itself.
The sound of drumming hooves brought her out of her daydream. The others heard it too, all of them turning in the direction of the village, their heads tilted at just the same angle, listening hard.
"Riders!" Her brother Gabriel exploded out of a clump of grass almost under Lily's nose, all pinwheeling arms and legs and spraying water. Annie, Many-Doves' daughter, was just behind him and they galloped toward the women, both of them sleekly wet and naked. Gabriel's skin was burned almost as dark as Annie's, so that his gray eyes worked silver.
"Five riders!" Annie shouted as if she must make herself heard on the top of the mountain.
"We hear." Many-Doves raised a hand to screen out the sun as she looked in the direction of the village.
"Your Uncle Todd's letter said he hoped to be home today," Lily's mother said, wiping her neck with a kerchief. "But who does he have with him?" Her expression was a combination of worry and anticipation and excitement too.
"Whoever it is, they must be lost," Lily said, wishing herself wrong even as she said the words. "No stranger ever comes to Paradise on purpose."
The cornfield was on a little rise that gave them a good view of the village on the other side of the lake: the building that had once been the church but now was just a meetinghouse, as no minister seemed to want to stay in Paradise; the well; the dusty road that widened in front of the trading post and then narrowed again to disappear almost immediately into the woods; a few cabins; the smithy; here and there a curl of smoke from a chimney they could not see.
Every year Paradise was a little smaller, like an old woman hunching down into her bones. When a family gave up and moved on the cabin stayed empty and the garden around it lay fallow, simply because Uncle Todd could not be bothered to look for new tenants. At this moment the only sign of life was a cat asleep on the wall of the well, her fur gleaming in the sun. But folks would come soon enough: so many riders at once was almost as good as a fire for waking them up.
The sound of hooves on the road grew louder and louder still, and then the riders showed themselves. Five of them, as Annie had foretold. Uncle Todd and cousin Ethan among them-Lily made out that much and nothing about the others; she did not have her father's keen eyesight. Gabriel had it, though. Gabriel and Daniel and all her brothers; eyesight keen enough to count acorns on the highest branch. And now young Gabriel had caught sight of something that made every muscle quiver. He turned his head toward the women and his eyes were perfectly round with anticipation.
"Yes," Elizabeth said, answering the question he hadn't asked. "But put your breechclout on first. You too, Annie, you can't go greet people in such a state."
To Lily she said, "That will slow them down a little, at least. Come along, maybe we can get there first."
Without any discussion Many-Doves began to gather the hoes together.
"But there's six hours of sun left," Lily said as her mother moved off. She found herself as uneasy about the strangers as she had been eager to see them just a moment ago.
Many-Doves laughed and poked her shoulder with two fingers. "As if you could work now with your brother just come home."
All of the riders had dismounted but for one, a smaller figure-a lady by her bearing, Lily saw now. One of the men had a hand on the woman's saddle, his head canted up to talk to her-argue with her, Lily corrected herself, taking in the way he held himself-and in that moment she recognized him.
"Luke," she said.
Her brother Luke, come from Montreal without word or warning, and in time of war. Lily felt the shock of it in the tips of her fingers, shock and joy and a flash of fear.
Lily's mother had recognized him too, and picked up her skirts and her pace both. Gabriel and Annie streaked past, heels flashing.
"Who is that lady?" Lily asked out loud.
Many-Doves made an approving sound deep in her throat. "Maybe your brother has finally brought a wife home with him."
"They argue as though they were married," Lily agreed.
Luke turned away from the stranger and pulled his hat from his head in frustration. The lady turned her horse away and started up the path that led to Uncle Todd's place while Luke watched her, his fists at his sides.
Richard Todd was the most prominent man in Paradise, the richest in both land and money, and a trained medical doctor. His fine two-story house was the only brick building in a village of squared-log cabins. It had been the largest house until the Widow Kuick bought the mill and built her own fine house, but the Kuick place had fallen into disrepair these last years and sat hunched on the hillside overlooking the village, like a frowsy old woman without the wits to look after herself.
Richard Todd was rarely at home and the Kuick widows rarely stepped out of doors, but when Richard went off to Johnstown or Albany, his place in the world and the things he called his own-house, gardens, pastures, cornfields, barns and outbuildings, books and animals and plowshares-were cared for. A small kingdom beautifully kept, and the doctor had spent less than three weeks in residence in the last six months.
It was a situation that suited his housekeeper very well. At seventy-nine Curiosity Freeman still ran things, overseeing the house servants-her own granddaughters-and the farm workers like a benevolent general presiding over well-trained and adoring troops.
Together Curiosity and Elizabeth and Many-Doves looked after the medical needs of the village; they dosed children for worms, set broken bones, delivered babies, laid out the dead and comforted the living. Sometimes Curiosity went for days without giving the absent doctor a thought.
They were in the laboratory, the farthest of the outbuildings on the Todd property. Once this had been the heart of Richard's medical practice, and it had surprised Hannah to find that while she was gone it had been given over to a different kind of research. According to Curiosity, Joshua Hench had been conducting experiments with metals and blackpowder explosives, all with Richard's approval.
"Wouldn't do no good to tell you," Curiosity said in response to Hannah's questions. Her irritation was sharp and clear on her face. "You just have to wait and see for yourself. Unless you was wanting the laboratory for your own work?" She looked at Hannah hopefully. "Then Joshua will just have to clear out, go blow himself up someplace else where I don't got to hear it happen."
Hannah didn't want the laboratory; she hadn't come home to practice medicine, after all, and she said so.
"You've expressed your concerns to Richard, I take it."
At that Curiosity just snorted. "You wave a firecracker under a man's nose, he ain't going to pay no attention, no matter what kind of sense you be talking." Then she pushed out a sigh. "Ain't nothing to be done, but it do set my teeth on edge."
Hannah was relieved if Curiosity was willing to abandon the subject. She turned her attention to the stack of Richard's daybooks on the standing desk. Ledger after ledger in which he had logged his daily work: treatments, patients seen, raw materials ordered from Albany and New-York City and beyond, experiments he had undertaken and the results they had produced. All neat, well ordered and full of Richard's dry observations.
June 4 1808. Set right tibula on the youngest Ratz boy. Subject healthy if dull-witted ten-year-old; clean break; no tearing to the muscle or ligaments; prognosis good if he can be kept out of trees.
Curiosity had come along to keep Hannah company while she read. She sat near the door in the light from the single window, snapping beans in a bowl in her lap.
"Richard has been away a long time," Hannah noted; the last entry in the daybook was six months old.
(Continues...)
تعــلم معنـــا تشفير ملفاتك على الحاسوب
نظام نوافذ اكس بى اهتم بنظم التامين والمحافظه علي خصوصيه المستخدمين اكثر من نظم التشغيل السابقه وذلك بعد ان انتشر استخدام اكثر من شخص لنفس الحاسب الشخصي. يمكننا ان نستخدم خاصيه تشفير الملفات
Encryption
وذلك لكي نحمي ملفاتنا الهامه من ان يتعامل معها اي مستخدم اخر للحاسب. سوف نستخدم الطريقه التاليه لتشفير الملف الذي نريد حمايته
اضغط بالمفتاح الايمن للفاره علي الملف الذي تريد تشفيره
من القائمه التي ستظهر لك اختر التعامل مع الخصائص
Properties
ستفتح لك نافذه خصائص الملف وبها مجموعه من الوظائف باعلي النافذه فاختر التعامل مع الوظائف العامه
General
تحت عنوان
Attributes
بنفس النافذه ستجد مفتاح للخصائص المتقدمه
Advanced
فاضغط عليه
اضغط بموشر الفاره علي المربع الصغير الذي يظهر بجوار خاصيه
Encrypt contents to secure data
اضغط علي مفتاح
Ok
لتاكيد الاختيارات
التشفير فى نظام نوافذ اكس بى الاصدار المنزلي
مستخدمي نظام نوافذ اكس بى الاصدار المنزلي يمكنهم حمايه ملفاتهم الهامه باستخدام كلمه سر وذلك بتنفيذ الطريقه التاليه
اضغط بالمفتاح الايمن للفاره علي الملف الذي تريد تشفيره
اضغط علي
Send To
ثم اختر
Compressed (zipped) folder
افتح المجلد الذي اخترته ومن قائمه الملفات
File
اختر انشاء كلمه سر له
Add a Password
لن تلاحظ اي تغير في طريقه تعاملك مع الملف الذي قمت بتشفيره ولكن اي مستخدم اخر للحاسب يحاول فتح هذا الملف لن يتمكن من مشاهده محتوياته وهذه الطريقه لحمايه البيانات المخزنه بالملفات علي درجه عاليه من الكفاءه. ولكن يجب ملاحظه انك اذا نسيت كلمه السر التي تستخدمها للدخول علي الحاسب وقمت بانشاء مستخدم جديد عليه فانك لن تستطيع التعامل مع هذه الملفات. ملحوظه اخري هامه وهي انك اذا قمت باعاده تثبيت نظام النوافذ مره ثانيه علي الحاسب فانك لن تستطيع التعامل مع الملفات التي قمت بتشفيرها. يجب دراسه هذه النقاط جيدا حتي لا تسبب عمليه تشفير الملفات الهامه مشاكل للمستخدم الذي قام بانشائها وبدلا من ان تحمي ملفاته الهامه من عبث الاخرين يمكن ان تتسبب في مشاكل اخري وهي عدم قدرته علي التعامل مع الملفات التي قام بانشائها
Encryption
وذلك لكي نحمي ملفاتنا الهامه من ان يتعامل معها اي مستخدم اخر للحاسب. سوف نستخدم الطريقه التاليه لتشفير الملف الذي نريد حمايته
اضغط بالمفتاح الايمن للفاره علي الملف الذي تريد تشفيره
من القائمه التي ستظهر لك اختر التعامل مع الخصائص
Properties
ستفتح لك نافذه خصائص الملف وبها مجموعه من الوظائف باعلي النافذه فاختر التعامل مع الوظائف العامه
General
تحت عنوان
Attributes
بنفس النافذه ستجد مفتاح للخصائص المتقدمه
Advanced
فاضغط عليه
اضغط بموشر الفاره علي المربع الصغير الذي يظهر بجوار خاصيه
Encrypt contents to secure data
اضغط علي مفتاح
Ok
لتاكيد الاختيارات
التشفير فى نظام نوافذ اكس بى الاصدار المنزلي
مستخدمي نظام نوافذ اكس بى الاصدار المنزلي يمكنهم حمايه ملفاتهم الهامه باستخدام كلمه سر وذلك بتنفيذ الطريقه التاليه
اضغط بالمفتاح الايمن للفاره علي الملف الذي تريد تشفيره
اضغط علي
Send To
ثم اختر
Compressed (zipped) folder
افتح المجلد الذي اخترته ومن قائمه الملفات
File
اختر انشاء كلمه سر له
Add a Password
لن تلاحظ اي تغير في طريقه تعاملك مع الملف الذي قمت بتشفيره ولكن اي مستخدم اخر للحاسب يحاول فتح هذا الملف لن يتمكن من مشاهده محتوياته وهذه الطريقه لحمايه البيانات المخزنه بالملفات علي درجه عاليه من الكفاءه. ولكن يجب ملاحظه انك اذا نسيت كلمه السر التي تستخدمها للدخول علي الحاسب وقمت بانشاء مستخدم جديد عليه فانك لن تستطيع التعامل مع هذه الملفات. ملحوظه اخري هامه وهي انك اذا قمت باعاده تثبيت نظام النوافذ مره ثانيه علي الحاسب فانك لن تستطيع التعامل مع الملفات التي قمت بتشفيرها. يجب دراسه هذه النقاط جيدا حتي لا تسبب عمليه تشفير الملفات الهامه مشاكل للمستخدم الذي قام بانشائها وبدلا من ان تحمي ملفاته الهامه من عبث الاخرين يمكن ان تتسبب في مشاكل اخري وهي عدم قدرته علي التعامل مع الملفات التي قام بانشائها
الجمعة، 25 يونيو 2010
ألعاب الكمبيوتر
ألعاب علي الإنترنت - يمكننا قضاء وقت ممتع في مواقع الألعاب العديدة التي توجد علي شبكه الانترنت فيمكننا أن نزور الكثير من المواقع التي تقدم ألعابا مجانية لمستخدمي الشبكة.وهناك الألعاب الفردية التي يمكن للمستخدم لعبها بمفرده كما توجد أيضا الكثير من الألعاب الجماعية للتنافس مع الآخرين من جميع أنحاء العالم. فهناك علي سبيل المثال الاشتراك في مسابقات ألعاب الشطرنج وقضاء ساعات طويلة في مباريات وهناك أيضا ألعاب الذكاء والتفكير وحل الألغاز بالإضافة إلي ألعاب تنمية الذاكرة وقوة الملاحظة وغيرها
ألعاب مجانية للجميع
هذا الموقع يقدم أكثر من 100 لعبة مجانية لزائريه يمكنهم الاستمتاع بها مباشرة علي الإنترنت دون الحاجة إلي إنزال أي ملفات أو برامج علي حاسباتهم الشخصية, ويتميز الموقع بأنه يحتوي علي مجموعة كبيرة من ألعاب الأركيد
Arcade
التي يحبها الجميع. وهناك أيضا ألعاب الكوتشينة والشطرنج وألعاب تنمية اللغات مثل الكلمات المتقاطعة والبحث عن الكلمات المفقودة وغيرها
www.freearcade.com
موقع الألعاب الجماعية
في هذا الموقع يمكنك الانضمام إلي مئات المستخدمين والاشتراك في الكثير من الألعاب الجماعية علي الشبكة, ففي أي وقت تقوم بزيارة الموقع ستجد مئات المشتركين الذين يلعبون في الموقع ويمكنك الانضمام إلي اللعب والدخول في منافسات مثيرة. وسوف يحتاج الموقع إلي أن تقوم بتسجيل بياناتك أولا للحصول علي كلمة سر خاصة بك للبدء في الاستمتاع بهذه الألعاب. ومن أهم مميزات الموقع أنه يمكن مشاهدته بأكثر من 20 لغة منها اللغة العربية
www.flyordie.com
أشهر الألعاب المجانية
ستجد في هذا الموقع مجموعة كبيرة جدا من أشهر ألعاب الكمبيوتر الصغيرة التي يمكنك لعبها مجانا في الموقع
ومن هذه الألعاب علي سبيل المثال لعبة
Bejeweled 2
ولعبة
Pool TG
وهناك أيضا لعبة
Scrambler
ولعبة الكوتشينة الشهيرة
Blackjack
ولعبة
ncognito
وكل ما عليك القيام به هو تسجيل بياناتك والانضمام مجانا إلي آلاف المستخدمين في الموقع
www.riddler.com
بوابة الألعاب
ستحتاج أولا إلي الاشتراك في هذا الموقع للحصول علي اسم مستخدم وكلمة سر للبدء في الاستمتاع بالمجموعة الضخمة من الألعاب التي توجد في الموقع .وهذه الألعاب مقسمة إلي مجموعات متعددة, فهناك ألعاب الذكاء والتفكير وتنميه الذاكرة, وهناك أيضا ألعاب السباق والسرعة , كما يوجد في الموقع مجموعة من ألعاب تركيب الصور والكلمات المتقاطعة والبحث عن الكلمات المفقودة وحل الألغاز. وستحتاج أولا إلي الاشتراك في الموقع حتى تستطيع البدء في استخدام هذه الألعاب
www.gamehouse.com
ألعاب مجانية للجميع
هذا الموقع يقدم أكثر من 100 لعبة مجانية لزائريه يمكنهم الاستمتاع بها مباشرة علي الإنترنت دون الحاجة إلي إنزال أي ملفات أو برامج علي حاسباتهم الشخصية, ويتميز الموقع بأنه يحتوي علي مجموعة كبيرة من ألعاب الأركيد
Arcade
التي يحبها الجميع. وهناك أيضا ألعاب الكوتشينة والشطرنج وألعاب تنمية اللغات مثل الكلمات المتقاطعة والبحث عن الكلمات المفقودة وغيرها
www.freearcade.com
موقع الألعاب الجماعية
في هذا الموقع يمكنك الانضمام إلي مئات المستخدمين والاشتراك في الكثير من الألعاب الجماعية علي الشبكة, ففي أي وقت تقوم بزيارة الموقع ستجد مئات المشتركين الذين يلعبون في الموقع ويمكنك الانضمام إلي اللعب والدخول في منافسات مثيرة. وسوف يحتاج الموقع إلي أن تقوم بتسجيل بياناتك أولا للحصول علي كلمة سر خاصة بك للبدء في الاستمتاع بهذه الألعاب. ومن أهم مميزات الموقع أنه يمكن مشاهدته بأكثر من 20 لغة منها اللغة العربية
www.flyordie.com
أشهر الألعاب المجانية
ستجد في هذا الموقع مجموعة كبيرة جدا من أشهر ألعاب الكمبيوتر الصغيرة التي يمكنك لعبها مجانا في الموقع
ومن هذه الألعاب علي سبيل المثال لعبة
Bejeweled 2
ولعبة
Pool TG
وهناك أيضا لعبة
Scrambler
ولعبة الكوتشينة الشهيرة
Blackjack
ولعبة
ncognito
وكل ما عليك القيام به هو تسجيل بياناتك والانضمام مجانا إلي آلاف المستخدمين في الموقع
www.riddler.com
بوابة الألعاب
ستحتاج أولا إلي الاشتراك في هذا الموقع للحصول علي اسم مستخدم وكلمة سر للبدء في الاستمتاع بالمجموعة الضخمة من الألعاب التي توجد في الموقع .وهذه الألعاب مقسمة إلي مجموعات متعددة, فهناك ألعاب الذكاء والتفكير وتنميه الذاكرة, وهناك أيضا ألعاب السباق والسرعة , كما يوجد في الموقع مجموعة من ألعاب تركيب الصور والكلمات المتقاطعة والبحث عن الكلمات المفقودة وحل الألغاز. وستحتاج أولا إلي الاشتراك في الموقع حتى تستطيع البدء في استخدام هذه الألعاب
www.gamehouse.com
مواقع الجديد في عالم الكمبيوتر
هل تحب ان تتعرف علي الجديد في عالم الكمبيوتر ؟ شبكه الانترنت بها المئات من المواقع التي تقدم لنا معلومات عن احدث المكونات الصلبه للحاسبات الشخصيه
Hardware
التي ظهرت في الاسواق كما توجد معلومات مفيده جدا لمن يخططون لشراء حاسب شخصي او حاسب محمول
حيث يمكنهم التعرف علي الانواع الحديثه من مكونات الحاسب وكيفيه اختيار الحاسب المناسب. كما تغطي بعض المواقع ايضا معلومات عن احدث البرمجيات Software
التي تعمل علي الحاسبات سواء كانت نظم تشغيل او برامج مختلفه تغطي كافه استخدامات واحتياجات المستخدمين في العمل
دليل الوحدات الصلبه
في هذا الموقع يمكنك ان تتعرف علي احدث مكونات الحاسبات الشخصيه التي ظهرت موخرا في اسواق العالم, ويغطي الموقع جميع مكونات الحاسبات الشخصيه بدءا من اللوحه الرئيسيه
Motherboard
والمعالج الرئيسي
Processor
وحتي كروت الشاشه والكاميرات والوحدات الاضافيه التي تتصل بالحاسب. وفي الموقع يمكنك التعرف علي احدث موديلات الكاميرات الرقميه
Digital Cameras
لاختيار الافضل منها
www.tomshardware.com
سوق الحاسبات المحموله
هذا الموقع يغطي جميع انواع الحاسبات المحموله Laptops والحاسبات اليدويه الحديثه Handhelds فيمكنك ان تتعرف علي الموديلات الجديده من الحاسبات المحموله وقدرات والامكانيات الهائله لكل منها حتي تستطيع عمل مقارنه لاختيار ما يناسبك منها اذا كنت تخطط لشراء حاسب محمول. وفي الموقع ايضا معلومات مفيده عن الانواع الحديثه من الحاسبات اليدويه
www.ultraportables.net
كتيب مكونات الحاسب
هذا الموقع عباره عن كتاب اليكتروني للمهتمين بالتعرف علي المكونات الصلبه للحاسبات الاليكترونيه, وهذا الموقع مفيد بصفه خاصه للمهندسين الذين يرغبون في العمل في مجال صيانه الحاسبات الاليكترونيه حيث يمكنهم التعرف علي الانواع المختلفه من الكابلات والاسلاك التي تربط وحدات الحاسب ببعضها البعض كما توجد معلومات عن الدوائر الاليكترونيه. ويمكنك انزال نسخه مجانيه من هذا الكتاب الاليكتروني والاحتفاظ به علي حاسبك الشخصي
www.hardwarebook.net
ركن البرامج
هذا الموقع يقدم نشره لاهم البرامج والتطبيقات التي طرحت موخرا في الاسواق, ويمكنك ان تتعرف علي وظيفه كل من هذه البرامج خصائصه واستخداماته, ويغطي الموقع البرامج التي تستخدم علي الحاسبات الشخصيه او التي تستخدم علي الحاسبات اليدويه بالاضافه الي البرامج التي تعمل علي نظم التشغيل المختلفه. وفي الموقع ايضا جزء لاحدث المكونات الصلبه وموديلات الحاسبات الجديده
reviews-zdnet.com
Hardware
التي ظهرت في الاسواق كما توجد معلومات مفيده جدا لمن يخططون لشراء حاسب شخصي او حاسب محمول
حيث يمكنهم التعرف علي الانواع الحديثه من مكونات الحاسب وكيفيه اختيار الحاسب المناسب. كما تغطي بعض المواقع ايضا معلومات عن احدث البرمجيات Software
التي تعمل علي الحاسبات سواء كانت نظم تشغيل او برامج مختلفه تغطي كافه استخدامات واحتياجات المستخدمين في العمل
دليل الوحدات الصلبه
في هذا الموقع يمكنك ان تتعرف علي احدث مكونات الحاسبات الشخصيه التي ظهرت موخرا في اسواق العالم, ويغطي الموقع جميع مكونات الحاسبات الشخصيه بدءا من اللوحه الرئيسيه
Motherboard
والمعالج الرئيسي
Processor
وحتي كروت الشاشه والكاميرات والوحدات الاضافيه التي تتصل بالحاسب. وفي الموقع يمكنك التعرف علي احدث موديلات الكاميرات الرقميه
Digital Cameras
لاختيار الافضل منها
www.tomshardware.com
سوق الحاسبات المحموله
هذا الموقع يغطي جميع انواع الحاسبات المحموله Laptops والحاسبات اليدويه الحديثه Handhelds فيمكنك ان تتعرف علي الموديلات الجديده من الحاسبات المحموله وقدرات والامكانيات الهائله لكل منها حتي تستطيع عمل مقارنه لاختيار ما يناسبك منها اذا كنت تخطط لشراء حاسب محمول. وفي الموقع ايضا معلومات مفيده عن الانواع الحديثه من الحاسبات اليدويه
www.ultraportables.net
كتيب مكونات الحاسب
هذا الموقع عباره عن كتاب اليكتروني للمهتمين بالتعرف علي المكونات الصلبه للحاسبات الاليكترونيه, وهذا الموقع مفيد بصفه خاصه للمهندسين الذين يرغبون في العمل في مجال صيانه الحاسبات الاليكترونيه حيث يمكنهم التعرف علي الانواع المختلفه من الكابلات والاسلاك التي تربط وحدات الحاسب ببعضها البعض كما توجد معلومات عن الدوائر الاليكترونيه. ويمكنك انزال نسخه مجانيه من هذا الكتاب الاليكتروني والاحتفاظ به علي حاسبك الشخصي
www.hardwarebook.net
ركن البرامج
هذا الموقع يقدم نشره لاهم البرامج والتطبيقات التي طرحت موخرا في الاسواق, ويمكنك ان تتعرف علي وظيفه كل من هذه البرامج خصائصه واستخداماته, ويغطي الموقع البرامج التي تستخدم علي الحاسبات الشخصيه او التي تستخدم علي الحاسبات اليدويه بالاضافه الي البرامج التي تعمل علي نظم التشغيل المختلفه. وفي الموقع ايضا جزء لاحدث المكونات الصلبه وموديلات الحاسبات الجديده
reviews-zdnet.com
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