And finally Noha commented on The Arabist's Post saying I m veiled, and I can t stop them nor can I protect myself.

I cannot believe that they will let such an injustice occur.

They certainly convinced me, too.

That s not a recipe for sophisticated thinking.

I cannot propose a cut and dried plan, but three observations stand out.

Now, I m in my own country and I can t even buy a cup of coffee.

(2) I am sad all the time and I can't snap out of it.

I am in my poetry phase and I cannot let go of Paul Eluard lately.

I don't envision any serious conflict beyond that.

I can t imagine that this would ever happen.

I was born in a refugee camp, in my own country, and there is nothing I can do about it.

I can understand Berber but can't speak it.

When I try to listen to music with media player there's an error and I can't play the file.

And I know that we can't all do exchange programs, and I can't force everybody to travel.

I cannot guarantee that reading more widely will teach him honesty, humility, and civility.

And now I can't get I can't shake the metaphor.

I can jump.

I can't.

By the same token, I cannot think of a single economy whose long term growth prospects were damaged by excessive fiscal stinginess.

I can do it by myself.

I can speak English.

I am able to drive a car.

I can peel an apple.

I can't move.

I can't talk.

I can't speak.

I can do it all myself.

I can understand Berber.

I can do it.

With your help, I could succeed.

I can hardly hear you.

Step one was the moment I said, I can. I can do this.

This is nothing compared to what many Arabs do to most emigrant workers...I have personally seen and witnessed some gruesome accounts of abuse and even death that happened to a number of Ethiopian woman, but as an EthiopianI feel for my sisters and as a human being I just can t help but detest the Arabs and their barbaric culture...call it being racist or ignorant but this is the fact.....they are evil...

I couldn't prove it.

I play Chopin.

I can't see anything.

I can't remember his name.

May I come in?

I can't take the heat.

I can't accept your gift.

I can't eat.

I can't leave you.

I can't understand.

Can I stay?

I can't play piano.