Speech Organs

Noun vs. adjective
lip vs. labial
mouth vs. oral
nose vs. nasal
palate vs. palatal
teeth vs. dental
voice vs. vocal
glottis vs. glottal

egressive and ingressive airstream
tongues vs. tongs
tuna vs. ton
dove (bird) vs. dove (past of dive)
floor vs. flower vs. flour
good vs. goods
gloves
ear
comfortable
vegetables

roof of the mouth= alveolar ride, hard palate, soft palate
tongue= tip, blade, front, back, root
voicing= vibration of the vocal folds
 

Sound Chart

Phonetics

• Phonetics: the scientific study of sounds
• Sounds vs. letters
• Ear
• Hear vs. listen
• Imitate the mother= mother tongue 
• Accents
• RP: Received pronunciation
• Why can't grown-up people acquire pronunciation like children can?
• Critical period: 6-13
• Deaf children can't acquire language because they can't hear.
• How can you improve your pronunciation?
• TV, Radio, Youtube, etc. 
• IPA: International Phonetic Alphabet
• Why do we need symbols in phonetics?
• Transcription 
• How many letters are there in English?
• How many sounds are there in RP?
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• IPA symbols link https://www.teachingenglish.org.uk/article/phonemic-chart 

•  Dictionary link https://www.oxfordlearnersdictionaries.com/
• Dictionary link2 https://dictionary.cambridge.org/
• British English https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCz4tgANd4yy8Oe0iXCdSWfA

Graduation Projects 2017

This had turned out to be a fine day after all! (Larry Williams)

Words

Words

Translated by: Ro’a Mansour

She was fully dressed up. She felt her cheeks and put on a violet shawl. Her perfume announced her arrival to the party as she received endless flatters. She went to her bed at the break of dawn; the last words went down the road of oblivion.  

كلمات

 

كلمات

ذكريات حرب

لم تنقص من زينتها شيئا، تلمست وجنتيها، و ألقت بشالها البنفسج على كتفيها. قليل من العطر سبقها الى الحفل، و إطراءات لا اخر لها. عادت الى فراشها في ساعات الفجر الاولى، لتتبخر اخر الكلمات.

Something Big

Something Big

Translated by I.D.G. and Co.

My mobile didn’t ring in the early morning hours. That caused me great concern. It never stopped ringing like this! More than ten times, I made sure I didn’t put it on ‘silent’ mode. I even rang it from the landline to make sure it rang. In the evening, I freaked out! “What is happening? Why is it not ringing? This situation distracts me; it tears me down, as if something big will happen.” My heart beat fast and my pressure rose. I cleared up all doubts and phoned all my male and female friends after I checked on my parents and siblings. Although those phone calls were expensive, I didn’t care. Something big will happen. I can really feel it! I arranged my papers and I burnt a lot of love letters. I deleted a number I didn’t want anyone to see from my mobile. I don’t know why I was doing it, but I did. Something big happened after that. Not knowing, I was saying goodbye.

أمر جلل

أمر جلل

ذكريات حرب

لم يرن هاتفي في ساعات الصباح الأولى، سبب ذلك الامر قلقا عظيما. عادته لا يتوقف عن الرنين هكذا. تأكدت أنني لم أضعه "صامت" أكثر من عشر مرات، و رنيت عليه من هاتف المنزل لأتيقن أنه يرن. في المساء، أصابني هلع شديد. "ما الذي يحدث؟ لماذا لا يرن؟" مثل هذا الامر يمزقني، "كأن أمرا ما سيحدث". تسارعت دقات قلبي و ارتفع ضغطي. قطعت الشك باليقين و هاتفت صديقاتي و أصدقائي جميعهم بعدما اطمأننت على والدي و إخوتي، و رغم تكلفة هذه المكالمات إلا أنني لم أعبأ بها. أمر جلل سيحدث، أتوجسه جيدا. رتبت أوراقي و أحرقت الكثير من الرسائل الغرامية و شطبت من "موبايلي" رقما لا أود أن يراه أحد. لا أدري لماذا أفعل ذلك، لكنني فعلت. أمر كبير حدث بعد ذلك. فقد كنت أودعهم من دون أن أدري.

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day

Translated mainly by: Shahd Ismail, Marah Habashneh and Rama Malkawi

In all her elegance and beauty that passing years could not change and her charming feminine look, she approached him and said, “Good afternoon. How are you?”

“Your bouquet is ready with your favourite colours, and the card is next to it.”

She held the pen and wrote no more than four words, “Of course, you have the address,” she addressed him.

Like in each time, he replied wondering, “Yes madam! When do you like me to send it?” “2 p.m. as usual?”

The bouquet was on her desk when she arrived at work. There was some curiosity on her colleagues’ faces. Fierce jealousy was killing some of her female colleagues.

“Who? Who sends a bouquet on this day every year?”

فالنتاين

فالنتاين

ذكريات حرب

بأناقتها المعهودة، و مسحة الجمال التي لم تستطع السنوات إخفاءها، و طلتها الانثوية، تقدمت إليه، " مساء الخير. كيف الحال؟"

"ها هي باقتك، جاهزة. تحمل ألوانك المحببة. و الكرت بجانبها." أمسكت بالقلم، كتبت أربع كلمات لا أكثر، مخاطبة إياه. " أكيد العنوان عندك؟"

رد متسائلا مثل كل مرة، "نعم سيدتي! متى تحبين أن أرسلها؟" "الثانية ظهرا، كالعادة؟"

كانت سلة الورد على مكتبها حين وصلت، فضول على وجوه زملائها، وغيرة مشتعلة تفتك في ملامح بعضهن. "من؟ من هذا الذي يبعث باقة زهور في مثل هذا اليوم من كل عام؟"