نرحب بكم في قســم الخواطر
فأنتم شمعة المنتدى الذي بإطلالتكم ينيره
وبإبداعكم يبحر منتدى الإبداع .. وبأقلامكم الفذه يرتقي
وبكلماتكم ذات اللحن الفريد والمميز يبنى ........
وكما أنتم محل التقدير والاحترام
ونحن نعمل كفريق واحد ? ونشجع لخدمة منتدى سحرني .
ولكن لابد من وضع لائحة مبينه قواعد قسم الخواطر.
حتى نتمكن نحن وإياكم من نجاح وتنشيط المنتدى إلى أعلى المستويات
بــــــــــاذن الله
أعزاءنا حرصاً منا على رقي هذا المكان و تجنيبه ماقد يسيء إليه
إليكم محاولة منا لإيضاح قواعد هذا القسم
ولنصل للمعنى السامي المنشود من الأدب .
لذا فإنه تم وضع هذه القوانين والتي نتمنى من الأعضاء مراعاتها والتقيد بها:
1- عدم وضع المواضيع التي تمس الذات الإلهية أو الدين الإسلامي
سواء تصريحاً أو تلميحاً.
2- عدم وضع المواضيع التي فيها سخريه أو إقلال من الأعضاء.
3- يجب ان يدير صاحب الموضوع موضوعه بطريقه صحيحه
أى يجب عليه الرد على مشاركات الاعضاء فى موضوعه.
4- عدم وضع المواضيع التي فيها قذف للأعضاء والمشرفين باتهامهم.
5-ان يكون عدد المشاركات خلال الاسبوع الواحد ثلاث مشاركات
(كي يحظا بحقة في ردود الاعضاء علية
وإتاحة الفرص للأعضاء الاخرين من وضع خواطرهم)
6-ليس للعضو حرية في منع أي رد على موضوعه إذا لم يتجاوز العضو الذي رد الحدود
7- عدم وضع عبارات النقد الجارحة التي توجه لذات الأعضاء وليس للموضوع
8-عدم التسبب بالمشاكل بمعنى عندما لايعجبك الموضوع
اما أن ترد بشكل لائق أو أن لاترد ,
9-عدم تكرار المواضيـــــــع
10- طرح موضوع خارج نطاق تخصص القسم فيه يتم نقله إلى القسم الذي يختص به
11-عدم تبادل عبارات الغزل والحب داخل المواضيع وهذا سبب لايقاف عضويه اي عضو يرتكب هذه المخالفه
12ـ عدم تحويل المواضيع الى ***
13ـ عدم وضع صور مخله بالادب داخل الموضوع
علماً أنه
يحق للمشرف العام أو المراقب العام أو مشرف القسم في حال مخالفة
أي مما ذكر سابقا التدخل بتعديل الموضوع أو حذفه
والله ولي التوفيق
مع التحيه
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دايمااا موضيعكــ مميزة
يعطيكـ العاافية
ولاتحرمنا من جديدكـ
ودي لكـ،،
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