Got up at 3 a.m. this morning. It was my morning to make the breakfast for everyone. I would love to say that Mama trusts me... But, when it comes to halal cooking for her hubby... not so much. She was up and watching every move I made.
It was fun, we were chatting. She lets me practice my Arabic and sometimes it's funny. Okay there are times it's downright comical. Other times I can tell if I said something the wrong way, when she makes a funny face. Then have to replay the conversation in my mind and find out what I did wrong. Often it's me talking around my vocal inability. When I explain I can't say the word I want to, she understands and suggests a better word or phrase.
I did it in the market last week, and a boy started laughing. His father the shopkeeper told him my voice was broken and this was the best attempt I had. I hated the look of pity I got from the child. Then he grinned ear-to-ear and said muhawalat jayida "good try." I love little kids.
Chase
Man. Your 'vocal inability' must suck anyway, but Arabic looks like a difficult language for it. I say this, not being able to speak or understand it.
ReplyDeleteGood that Mama helps you, though. :-) Have a good day!