Je was op zoek naar: sailent is not my corrector its my additude (Engels - Tamil)

its not my mechiean its my emotion
இது என் மெச்சியான் அல்ல, இது என் உணர்ச்சி

life is not my life
உன்னோடு வாழாத வாழ்வென வாழ்வு என் உள் நெஞ்சம் சொல்கின்றது

she is not my chithi she is my bestfriend ever
அவள் என் சித்தி அல்ல அவள் என் சிறந்த தோழி

teacher is not my ambition it's my life
ஆசிரியராக வேண்டும் என்பதே என் லடசியம்

crying is not my hobby it is the sad of my love
அழுவது என் பொழுதுபோக்கு அல்ல அது என் அன்பின் பரிசு

my silence is not my weakness it's the beginning of my revenge
எனது மௌனம் எனது பலவீனம் அல்ல அது எனது பழிவாங்கலின் ஆரம்பம்

who is not my girl friend but means a lot to you
mention a male friend whois not your boyfriend but means a lot to you

your message and call is not just a message and call it's my happiness
உங்கள் அழைப்பு ஒரு அழைப்பு மட்டுமல

the word is not changed with me; i wrong not my servants.'
(எனவே என்னுடைய) அச்சொல் "என்னிடத்தில் மாற்றப்படுவதில்லை - நான் அடியார்களுக்கு அநியாயம் செய்பவனல்லன்" (என்றும் அல்லாஹ் கூறுவான்).

your people have denied it, though it is the truth. say, ‘it is not my business to watch over you.’
(நபியே! திருக்குர்ஆனாகிய) இது முற்றிலும் உண்மையாக இருந்தும், உம் சமூகத்தார் இதை நிராகரிக்கின்றனர்; எனவே, "நான் உங்கள் மீது பொருப்பாளன் அல்ல" என்று (நபியே!) நீர் கூறிவிடும்.

my mother is the most important person in my life. i have been mentioning her in almost all of the essays i write. the problem is, i cannot really express how i feel about her in just words. my mother is not my whole life, but she is a really big part of it. my whole world does not only revolve around her, but she is the most influential person who inspires me. my mother is not just another woman. she is extraordinary. i have known her for sixteen years, three months, one day and nineteen hours. i know her very well, and i had learned to love her since the day we first met. relatives always tell me stories about my birth. they tell me how important i was to my mom. i was the foundation of her joy, strength, peace and love. she has never lied to me about my father. i do not remember asking about him. ever since, i already knew he was in a better place. i do not remember my mom having a hard time explaining to me my situation – having no father. she was always straightforward. she explained things very simply, like she knew everything. i thank her for being simple. i thank her for telling me the truth, so that i did not need to believe a lie that would have made things ‘easier’ for me. when in fact, not knowing the truth would have made things complicated. she has taught me all i need to know to live life as a sixteen-year old teenage girl. she taught me how to feel. well, she did not only do that. she showed me how to handle these feelings of anger, fear, guilt, joy, sadness, excitement, hate and anxiety. she also showed me how to give and take. i learned from her that giving is a lot harder than taking, but the former is much more satisfying when it is done. she told me that giving makes one happy. i am sure she is right because half of her life, she has been giving me what i need, and in spite of all that years of giving, she is happy. though very slowly, i am learning how to give freely. little by little
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