Got out of school 3 hours early and it was glorious. Had no 4th period. Came home at 12 and parents were out doing last minute shopping. It started to snow after a while. Had butter chicken and cake for lunch. Parents came home and finished packing and had to leave again to pick up the car. Came home and finalized things. Didn’t know when to leave because roads were starting to get icy and it was gonna snow a bunch in DC. We all sat down and Ammi and Papa asked us to forgive them if they had done anything to upset or harm us and to make dua that they go and come with ease and fulfill the goals they’re supposed to. Little brother started sobbing. He’ll be fine though because he had two older sisters and two older brothers and a grandma to take care of him. Showed them how to use their new iPad. Also got news that school was cancelled the next day because of the weather. Went to bed and woke up before Fajr as they were leaving. Wished them goodbye and went back to sleep. Woke up to a text saying they had arrived in DC, Ah. They have just boarded and will iA be arriving in Jeddah in about 9 hours! Finished studying for Pysch test and have an interview over Skype in a little bit. Wish me luck.
4/3/14 and 4/4/14
I think the most painful realisation comes when you find that you cannot speak your mother tongue as well as you do the language of the land where you grew up. My English is evidence of this. When something as simple as a colour, or the name of an animal in your mother tongue leaves you dumb. Yesterday I could not find the world for ‘turtle’ in Somali, only after my mother reminded me, did I recall knowing it.
"mother tongue, Farah Gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)
We betray our mother tongues, for the languages of nations who will never fully accept us. We let the strangeness infest our mouths until we forget how to accommodate our original tongues.