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- Herausgeber: KidKiddos Books
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
English Arabic Bilingual children's book. Perfect for kids learning English or Arabic as their second language.
In this children's book, you meet a girl named Amanda who has a habit of wasting her time. That is until, one day, something magical happens and Amanda finally realizes that time is the most precious thing we have - and that once it is wasted, it is lost forever. In order to get her lost time back, Amanda goes on a journey and learns to use her time wisely.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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Copyright©2014 by S.A. Publishing ©2017 KidKiddos Books Ltd.
Amanda and the Lost Time
أماندا والوقت الضائع
Shelley Admont
شيلي أدمونت
Illustrated by Sumana Roy
رسوم توضيحية بيد سومانا روي
Translated from English by Jouman Alrashdan
ترجمة بواسطة جُمان الرشدان
Arabic editing by Rewaa Al Zamly
تم تعديل اللغة العربية بواسطة/ رواء الزاملي
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Amanda and the Lost Time أماندا والوقت الضائع (English Arabic Bilingual Collection)
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“Amanda, can you go walk the dog?” Amanda’s mom asked.
" أماندا، هَل يُمكِنُكِ أن تَأخُذِي الكَلب فِي نُزهَةٍ؟" طلبت أمُّ أَمَاندَا.
“Not now. I’ll do it later,” Amanda replied.
أَجَابَت أَمَانَدا: " لَيسَ الآن، سَوفَ آخذُه لاحِقًا."
“When will you help me make Dad’s birthday card?” asked her little sister, running into Amanda’s room. “I’ve been waiting all day."
وسَأَلَت أُخت أماندا الصُّغرَى، رَاكِضَةً إِلَى غُرفَتها "مَتَى سَوفَ تُسَاعِدِينَنِي فِي صُنعِ بِطَاقَاتِ عِيدِ مِيلَادِ أَبِي؟، لَقَدِ انتَظَرتُ طِوَالَ اليَومِ."
“His birthday isn’t for another week!” Amanda replied, sighing, not even turning her head. “We can do it tomorrow.”
"أَلَيسَ عِيدِ مِيلَادِهِ بَعدَ أُسبُوعٍ!" أَجَابَت أَمَاندَا، مُتَنَهِّدَةً، دُونَ حَتَّى أَن تُدِيرَ رَأسَهَا. "يمكنُنا عمل البطاقات غداً."
Later, her little brother came in too. “Amanda, can you read me a book?” he asked. “I love it when you read for me. Especially this story about pirates.”
لاحِقًا، أَتَاهَا أَخُوهَا الصَّغِيرِ أَيضًا وسألها. "أَمَاندَا، هَل يُمكِنُكِ قِرَاءَة كِتَابٍ لِي؟،أُحِبُّ أَن تَقرَأي لِي كِتَابًا. خُصُوصًا هذِهِ القِصَّةِ عَنِ القَرَاصِنَةِ".
“I don’t feel like it right now. Maybe another day,” Amanda said.
أَجَابَت أَمَاندَا: "لا أَشعُرُ أَنِّي أُوذّ فعلها الآن. رُبَّمَا فِي يَومٍ آخَر."
Hours turned into days, and Amanda still didn’t do any of these things. When her dad’s birthday came and she still hadn’t made a card, she thought, No big deal, I’ll just make a card next year.
أَصبَحَتِ السَّاعَات أَيَّامًا، وَلَا تَزَالُ أَمَاندَا لَم تَفعَل أَيًّ مِن هَذِهِ الأَشيَاءِ. عِندَمَا حَانَ مَوعِدِ عِيدِ مَولِدِ وَالِدِهَا وَلا تَزَال لَم تَصنَع بِطَاقَاتِ المُعَايَدَةِ، فَكَّرَت بأنه لَيسَت بِالمُشكِلَةِ الكَبِيرَةِ، سَوفَ أَصنَعُ لَهُ بِطَاقَة فِي العَامِ القَادِمِ.
Amanda could never find time to do things. She was always too busy even to play chess – the thing she loved most.
أَمَاندَا لَم تَجِد أَبَدًا الوَقت لِفِعلِ شَيءٍ. لَقَد كَانَت دَائِمًا مَشغُولَة، حَتَى عَن لَعِبِ الشِّطرَنج، أَكثَر شَيء أَحَبَّته.
It would have continued on like this for a very long time, but one day, something strange happened...
كَانَ سَيَستَمِرُّ الأَمرِ عَلَى هَذا النَّحوِ لِفَترَةٍ طَويلَةٍ جِدًا، وَلكِن فِي يَومٍ مِنَ الأَيَّامِ، حَدَثَ شَيءٌ غَريبٌ...
The alarm clock rang at seven o’clock as usual.
رَنَّ جَرَسُ المُّنَبِهِ في تمام السّاعة السَّابِعَة كَالعَادَة.
Amanda opened her eyes and looked out the window, but it was completely dark. The clock must be broken, she thought, and went back to sleep.
فَتَحَت أَمَاندَا عَينَاها وَنَظَرَت عَبرَ النَافِذَةِ، لَكنَّهَا كَانَت مُظلِمَةً بِالكَامِلِ. مِنَ المُمكِنِ أَنَّ السَّاعَة مُعَطَّلَة، فَكَّرَت، ثُمَّ عَادَت إِلَى النَّومِ.
She woke up again about an hour later, but it was still night outside. Something felt wrong, but she didn’t know what it was.
استَيقَظَت مُجَدَدًا بَعدَ حَوالي سَاعة، لَكِنّ الظلام ما زال فِي الخَارِجِ، شَعَرَت أَنَّ هُنَاكَ خَطَأ مَا، لَكِنَهَا لَم تَكُن تَعرِفُ مَا هُوَ..
