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فرص وظيفية متنوعة في السعودية ــ قدم الأن.

1- وظائف بالقطاع الخاص برواتب إلى ( 10,000) ريال

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2-وظائف إدارية لكلا الجنسين في الرياض

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3-وظائف الرياض اليوم لحملة الدبلوم فأعلى

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El Secreto de Revitalizar tu Día con E2H - Gotas de Clorofila

¿Estás cansado de enfrentar días agotadores y sentirte frustrado cada vez que tu energía se desploma? Si es así, este artículo está diseñado especialmente para ti.

Esto es lo que me Fascina de E2H – El Potenciador de Energía Natural ¿Estás cansado de enfrentar días agotadores y sentirte frustrado cada vez que tu energía se desploma? Si es así, este artículo está diseñado especialmente para ti. Verás, yo solía ser como tú. Comencé mi búsqueda para obtener más energía y vitalidad hace aproximadamente un año. Pero el éxito parecía inalcanzable. Cometía…

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Dalea & Centaurea | E2H by Ross Lovegrove

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Stay With Me

E2 Harry Wells x Reader 

"Harry! He's got a gun!" 

"Stay with me y/n, I'm here, just stay with me." 

"Damnit y/n breathe! Please!?"

A/N: This was requested by @but-my-tongue-is-a-wepon, thank you for this! Sorry for my absence as a writer, I hope this makes up for it darling.

It was as if the whole world had come to a halt. The room’s temperature dropped, and Harry’s heart shot up into his throat. Beads of sweat gathered at his hairline as he felt his body jerk forward, almost as if he had lost control of himself.

Suddenly, he was on his knees, his shaking hands wrapping behind your limp shoulders, holding your head up, the other clamping down over the angry wound that was quickly seeping with blood from your chest.

Words failed him in that moment as something cold trickled up his spine, raising the hairs on his arms. Fear. Absolute and unquestionable fear.

The whole scene played over again and again in his mind.

“Harry! He’s got a gun!” Cisco had yelled from his lab in the Cortex.

But Harry was too slow, by the time he turned his head, the gunshot had already gone off, and he flinched. But not because the bullet had hit him. No, it was because you were standing in front of him, arms outstretched, welcoming the attack.

“No, stay with me Y/N, I’m here, please just stay with me!” Harry choked, repeating the phrase until he could voice it properly, his throat tight and hoarse and he shook your body again, snapping back to the present.

The man who had fired the gun was on the ground, Barry stood behind him and was already picking him up, with Joe joining him, pulling out a pair of cuffs that would ensure the Meta couldn’t use his powers.

Your eyes were open, staring past Harry’s shoulder, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Harry shakes you once, and then again, before laying you on the ground, tearing his shirt off and pressing it onto the wound.

“Snow! Snow, help her!” Harry sobs, yet no tears left his eyes. He suddenly felt hot-- searing with rage. He tied the shirt around you as best he could, and began compressing on your chest as Caitlin tumbled to the ground next to him.

“We need to get her onto the gurney, now!” Caitlin shouts, grabbing Harry’s shoulder and pulling him away. Harry resisted.

“Im here, please just breathe Y/N, please!” Harry growls, and Caitlin pulls at him again, this time, Cisco joining her. 

“Come on, man, let her do her job,” Cisco mutters, and Harry goes numb, sitting back on his heels as Caitlin and Cisco raise your body, laying you on the gurney and rushing you to the lab.

Everything sounded far away as Harry jumped up to follow, his heart pounding heavily in his ears.

“Cisco, grab those bandages and tape down the wound while I set this up,” Caitlin spoke so fast she was almost inaudible, and the man quickly did as he was told.

Harry hovered back, his every instinct tell him to grab your hand, to yell, to do something, but instead he stayed against a wall,  crossing one arm over his chest, the other running through his hair frantically.

Cisco peeled away Harry’s soiled shirt, and then grabbed a large pair of scissors to cut away your shirt, cramming wads of gauze over the hole and taping it over while Caitlin rolled out the defibrillator.

The woman adjusted the settings, attaching wires and pads to your unconscious body, before snatching up the paddles. A high pitch whir screeches and the room goes silent. 

“Cisco, clear.” Caitlin commands, and Cisco jumps back, clearing the way as the woman presses one paddle over your chest, and the other on your side. 

Caitlin counts down, and then presses the buttons, a jolt forcing your body to jump. She puts the paddles back and begins compressions again, forcing air into your lungs, before grabbing the paddles again.

Harry’s heart pounded harder than ever, the color draining from his face. He felt sick.

"Damnit y/n breathe! Please!?" Harry cries, running over to the table, brushing your hair back and keeping your head tilted. His own breath hitched in his throat.

“Clear!” Caitlin shouts again, and both Cisco and Harry move back before she administers a final shock, your body jumping again.

A small cough bursts from your lips, and your eyes blink. Your mouth gapes open, and you choke and sputter, dribbles of blood leaking out the corners of your mouth, back arching into the air.

“Her lung’s collapsed!” Caitlin shouts as she runs over to the cabinets, pulling out a very large, very deadly looking needle.

Harry runs his thumbs over your cheeks and mouth, wiping away the fluids, your eyes wide and full of panic. 

“It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here, just stay with me, please. Stay with me,” he whispers, and Caitlin smacks on a pair of gloves, ripping open an alcohol wipe.

She cleans the area under your ribs, on the side with the bullet wound, and then peels the needle from it’s packaging. 

“This will hurt, and it’ll be hard to watch,” she mutters before pressing one hand against your ribs, the other forcing the thick, hollow needle into your skin, pushing it as far as it would go. 

She tugs at the end, and it hisses. Your chest lurches for a moment, and a sudden gust of air rushes in as the immense pressure is lifted.

It was as if you had an elephant sitting on your chest, keeping you from catching the air you so desperately needed. Your temples throbbed and your vision speckled with black dots.

And suddenly, despite the piercing pain of the needle entering you, the cool air that finally rushed down your throat was almost euphoric.

You cough again, and a bit of blood stains your lips.

Finally, real tears fall from Harry’s eyes, dripping onto your forehead as he lowers himself, kissing where his tears landed.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers, and you shake your head.

“You... can’t-rid...me-that...easy,” you gasp, your voice almost inaudible.

“It’s not over yet, we have to patch her up. I’ve got it from here, Harry.,” Caitlin rests a hand on his shoulder, “you go help take care of the Meta.” 

Harry bites his lip, and then shakes his head.

“I’m staying with her. I’ll stay out of the way.”

Caitlin sighs, and then nods, before taking the same scissors and cutting away the remaining fabric. Cisco takes his leave, probably to join Barry and Joe to deal with the Meta.

Harry wanted to kill that man... that same burning rage bubbled up in his chest, but he managed to suppress it. He steeples his fingers, resting his chin on his thumb, his other fingers pressing against the tip of his nose, his teeth snaring his bottom lip.

It takes Cailtin several hours to properly clean and patch the wound. Because of where the bullet was lodged, she didn’t want to remove it. She administered a drug to you to make you sleep while she did her work, wrapping you up in a hospital-like gown.

She sticks a few patches to your chest and sides, and then wraps a breathing tube around your face, before finally removing the hollow needle.

“She’ll stay unconscious for a few more hours. When she wakes, don’t let her sit up. I’m going to go check on the others,” Caitlin mumbles, snapping off the gloves and tossing them into the trash.

Harry nods his head. “Thank you, Caitlin.” He rises to his full height, dragging his chair over to the bed, the rhythmic beeping of your heart rate on the monitor echoing in his ears.

He carefully clasps your small, cold hand in his, bringing it to his lips, and then to his own forehead, a sigh of relief escaping his lips, before the tears started again.

“Damn you woman-- I though I lost you,” he sobs, his voice thick. “Why did you jump in front of that bullet?”

“Cause I... love you... asshole,” you mumble through the heavy grogginess. 

“Don’t you ever do that again, Y/N. I’m supposed to be your hero-- it’s my job to take the bullet for you. That’s what I promised you, didn’t I, Mrs. Wells?”

“It was... a mutual ag...agreement...” You sigh, your head lolling to the side. Your eyes flutter as you try to stay awake, but the drugs consume you into a restless slumber.

Harry couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, wiping his eyes. He gently twists and fiddles with the ring on your left finger, his heart swelling with warmth, before it was snuffed out.

He was angry-- angry at you, furious with the Meta who hurt you, enraged with himself... but mostly thankful. Thankful for the friends you both shared, thankful for you, his wife, and thankful for air that wheezed out of your poor, damaged body.

He had so many emotions running through his head, he felt sick. Love, anger, hatred, fear, relief, exhaustion.

He kisses your hand again, resting his head on the bed beside your hip, a dull pain throbbing at his temples.

                                    __________________________________       

“Apparently his name is Edward Killian. He used to work here, before the explosion. He was always quiet, under the radar. Damn near invisible to everyone but Harrison, according to Caitlin and Cisco. When the Particle Accelerator exploded, he became a Meta. Got the powers to turn invisible. I guess he finally caught wind that Harry was ‘alive,’ and wanted to exact his revenge.” Barry explains, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall of the room, looking down at you. 

Large bags sat under your eyes, and you barely had the strength to nod your head. It had only been a day since the incident.

“Oh the wrong Wells, though. He was wanting Evil Wells... Eo-Wells...Harry-Bard Thawles?” Cisco ponders the name, and Caitlin smacks his shoulder.

“That’s how he was able to sneak in undetected. And if you hadn’t stopped the bullet, it would’ve been a perfect bullseye to Harry’s head.” Barry ignores him, and you nod again, squeezing Harry’s hand with as much strength as you could muster.

“But Joe’s got him locked up, he’s being held in Iron Heights for now. We’ve managed to convince him to keep his mouth shut about Harry, but there’s no avoiding what he did to you,” Barry steps up and pats your foot, “so rest easy for now, okay?”

“Thank you, Barry,” you croak, and flash him a smile.

He leaves the room, and soon the others trickle out as well, leaving only you and Harry. The man hadn’t left your side, and he looked absolutely exhausted. Barry had brought him a shirt, and your heart monitor had betrayed you when you woke up to see his naked torso before he tugged the clothing over it.

“Go get some rest, Hon, I’ll be fine,” you whisper, and the man shakes his head.

“I’m fine.” He grumbles.

You furrow your brows and shoot him a glare. “I wasn’t asking.”

Harry chews his lips, and then scoffs, before standing up, stretching as he did.

“I’m glad to see you’ll never lose that feisty attitude of yours,” he chuckles, making his way to the door. “Just... stay there. Sleep.”

“I’m never leaving you, Harry.” You raise your voice, but it cracks as you do.

“I wouldn’t allow you to either way,” the man grins, his dazzling blue eyes causing your heart to stutter a beat, before he disappears down the hall.

You release a breath, rubbing your eyes, and pulling the blanket further up to your chin, settling into the not-so-comfy mattress. Your body felt unbelievably heavy, and it didn’t take long for you to pass out, you mind drifting off into dreams of Harry.

His messy hair, his constant pacing, his frown... and that smile that only you could see.

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Der "DB E2H 83" (Erstzulassung: 15.02.1983), auf der ehemaligen Dreieckslinie, heute 218. Ich fuhr mit ihm, am 06.12.2022, zum Grunewaldturm. #e2h #bvg #traditionsbus #berlin #charlottenburg #wilmersdorf #havelchaussee #cityofberlin #berlincity #muddastadt #hauptstadt #berlinlover #gegendiegruenen #gegenletztegeneration #gegendiegrünen #dbe2h83 #06122022 #heerstraße #scholzplatz #stopgendern #nogendern #capital #oldtimer (hier: Scholzplatz) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl_29BLrF9E/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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I was honored to be part of the @energymedicineyoga class today to celebrate mothers and the release of Lauren Walker's book, The Energy to Heal. I'm a firm believer in the healing energy of homemade cookies. #theenergytoheal #E2H #heartactivation #homemade #cookies #freshcookies #bakingfromscratch #twiceastastyblog #twiceastasty https://www.instagram.com/p/CdUcBUVrd-j/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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✒︎ (Eris)

                                                    Meme // accepting

∞       Eris has very small feet, even for her height, and wears children’s shoes.           Standing at 5′4″, she wasn’t going to have terribly big feet anyway. But it is to            the point that she can choose to wear children’s sized shoes. Indeed the pair           of boots she’s most commonly seen wearing were bought when she herself           was little more than a child. She has kept them all these years with magic           because according to her they just don’t make leather like they used to.

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Percival Mew Gull 'G-AEXF' by Alan Wilson Via Flickr: One of only six Mew Gulls built, G-AEXF was originally registered ZS-AHM and named 'The Golden City'. It was built to the order of A.M. Miller for the Schlesinger Race and was powered by a Gipsy Six Series II. Miller retired at the Belgrade checkpoint. Percival re-engined the aircraft with a Gipsy Six and sold it to Bill Humble who registered it in the UK as G-AEXF. Humble never took delivery, instead selling it to Alex Henshaw, who soon won the 1937 Folkestone Trophy with G-AEXF. In 1938 it flew with a Gipsy Six R engine and won the Kings Cup at 236mph. In 1939 Alex Henshaw took the England - Cape Town Record, taking off on 5 February 1939 from Gravesend Airport, landing at Wingfield Aerodrome at the Cape the next day, covering the 6,377 miles course in 39 hours and 25 minutes, averaging 209.44 mph while in the air. This record stood until 2009. The return trip was just 11 minutes longer. It is interesting to note that during all of Alex Henshaw's adventures in this aircraft it was never damaged. Henshaw sold G-AEXF to Frenchman Victor Vermoral in late 1939. During the Second World War, the aircraft was stored in a hangar in France with several owners continuing to hide it from German authorities. In 1950, Hugh Scrope found and bought and with Doug Bianchi's help, refurbished the aircraft to fly it back home to England. After restoration, G-AEXF continued its racing career but it was damaged in a landing accident in August 1951 at Shoreham. J.N. Somers, the next owner repaired it and raced G-AEXF again. A new owner, Ernest Crabtree, flew it last in the 1965 Manx Air Derby. By this time however, other owners had further altered this historic aircraft, resulting in lowered performance. Eventually, the derelict aircraft, found its way into the hands of a poorly run museum, where it became damp, had its wings crudely sawn off, and many parts lost to souvenir hunters. In this state, Tom Storey and Martin Barraclough acquired the aircraft and rebuilt it during the late 1970s. Wishing to make the aircraft more practical to operate, a configuration closer to its original design was chosen, making G-AEXF look somewhat like an E2H/E3H hybrid, painted in the white and British Racing Green she wore when owned by Alex Henshaw in the 1930s. XF was again damaged at Redhill in late 1983, when an Auster taxied into it. 'XF continued to be operated in the configuration as rebuilt by Storey and Barraclough until it was offered for sale. Desmond Penrose was the next owner, who based the machine at Old Warden. The aircraft was written-off two further times. One at the time of purchase and again a few years later. After the first of these rebuilds, the machine was re-configured to resemble its configuration for the 1939 Cape flight. G-AEXF was very extensively rebuilt yet again for a third time and continued to operate from Old Warden for some time until sold-on. In 2002, G-AEXF was sold to Rob Fleming, and was operated by The Real Aeroplane Company at Breighton Aerodrome in Yorkshire. It was temporarily shipped over to the USA to fly in a "demonstration race" at the 2003 National Championship Air Races at Reno, Nevada, the first Mew Gull to touch American soil. In October 2013, in its 77th year, G-AEXF was sold to the Shuttleworth Collection, where it will remain flying as part of the Museum. c/n E.22 Seen on the Old Warden flightline during the 2013 Autumn Airshow. Old Warden. 06-10-2013

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Hydraulic Pumps Market Size | Demand, Key Player profile, Growth, Trends, and Regional Outlook by 2030

Top Drivers and Main Deterrents

Businesses worldwide have been facing revenue loss and disruptions in supply chains since the COVID-19 outbreak, which gave way to global lockdown, quarantine, factory shutdowns, and more. With SARS-CoV-2 impacting various sectors such as construction works, project developments, travel and tourisms and manufacturing, raw materials like coal and oil have been witnessing a drop in demand worldwide, while the prices have fallen drastically. This has led to delays in new projects in the oil and gas, construction and various other industries, leaving a debilitating impact on the hydraulic pumps market. With the demand for oil and gas going down following the pandemic, the demand for pumping equipment has also massively weakened among end-users. As the novel coronavirus hit the global economy, the number of development projects in gas, energy and oil segments reduced, which could only mean slower growth for the hydraulic pumps market.

Market Research Future (MRFR) asserts that the Hydraulic pumps Market Size 2020 can expect to touch USD 11.6 billion by 2030. The market’s estimated growth rate can be 6.01% from 2022 to 2030 (considered to be the appraisal period). We will provide COVID-19 impact analysis with the report, along with the developments post the coronavirus disease outbreak.

However, hydraulic pumps continue to observe high demand in the industrial set up for applications in material handling, foundries, mixers, conveyors, steel mills, presses, lifts, forklifts, pallet jacks, injection molding machines, slitters, and more. Also, the rampant need for water along with the growing demand for better waste water infrastructure especially in Asia Pacific can be huge opportunities for prominent market firms worldwide. Besides, the accelerated demand for these pumps in the food & beverage sector could also benefit the global market.

The extensive application scope in automobiles, advancing construction industry and the rise in crude oil drilling are also acting in favor of the hydraulic pump market. The continuously rising demand for sustainable equipment and the fact that water supplying utilities are largely dependent on hydraulic pumps has an incredible impact on the market. MRFR has further focused on the major trends in the worldwide market, one of which includes the rising preference for robot operated hydraulic actuator, which consumes the energy supplied by the hydraulic pump that mostly helps the control systems to function on the basis of the situation. Sensing the potential of this trend, companies are increasingly launching advanced actuators with more features in a bid to gain a higher market position.

For instance, in July 2020, Cowan Dynamics launched an expanded E2H series of electro-hydraulic linear valve actuator. This actuator now features emergency shut-down/ESD; remote diagnostics as well as data logging and off/on or modulating service, among others.

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Top Contenders

Some of the top contenders highlighted in the market study are Casappa (Italy), HAWE (Germany), Hydac (Germany), Daikin (Japan), Nachi-Fujikoshi (Japan), Bucker Hydraulics (Germany), Bosch Rexroth (Germany), Moog, Inc. (US), Concentric (Sweden), Parker Hannifin (US), Eaton Corporation Plc (Ireland), Kawasaki (Japan), to name a few.

Segmental Review

Hydraulic pumps industry has been extensively studied by MRFR analysts, and in order to provide the best possible insight have segmented it into type and application.

The main types of hydraulic pumps are axial piston pump, gear pump, and others. The segments on the basis of ‘others’ are vane pumps, screw pumps and radial piston pumps. In 2018, in the lead was the market for gear pumps as these types are quite easy to operate, affordable and require less maintenance.

Application-wise, the hydraulic pump market caters to industrial and mobile. Between these two segments, the highest advancement rate will be observed by the mobile segment during the evaluation period.

Regional Aspect

APAC/Asia Pacific, Europe/EU, North America and MEA/the Middle East and Africa along with the RoW/Rest of the world are the primary markets for hydraulic pumps.

The APAC market can continue being the global leader throughout the conjectured period, mainly since the region attracts massive investments from prominent vendors. The increased spending has also meant a rising number of construction activities in emerging countries like China and India. The APAC market growth is also warranted by the escalating sales of automobiles coupled with the rising use of hydraulic pumps in the mining industry. On top of this, governments across the region impose regulations aiming to bring down the CO2 emission level while various countries are gradually becoming more aware about energy saving, which is leading to further market expansion.

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The North American market is thriving at present and can continue to do so throughout the review period, as a result of the increasing uptake of hydraulic pumps in the automotive and manufacturing industries. The flourishing housing industry along with the rapid growth of the agriculture sector in the United States can translate to higher revenue generation in the regional market.

In the EU market, the rampant demand for processed minerals in the industrial sector has resulted in a higher need for advanced hydraulic pumps. These pumps are being increasingly deployed in construction, agriculture and manufacturing industries, thereby benefitting the market. Interestingly, the MEA market for hydraulic pumps can gain steady impetus in the following years, on account of the rising technical innovations in the energy and power industry.

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