About a week ago we were at some good friends house. They’re Americans but they’ve lived in Syria. My mom was asking our hostess if she could “open” the tv - purposely translating literally from the Arabic, instead of requesting to “turn on” the tv. It made me happy/sad which I guess you can call “bittersweet”. I love Arabic…
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