Saturday, October 18, 2014

Yala?

Yakoub always answers his phone. He brings cookies and coffee to class, and sometimes his daughter Nicole. He has one of those open mouth smiles, where his teeth are separated and there is so much upward energy in his countenance that one must resist the impulse to stand in response. His whole face is involved in conveying his enthusiasm for this or that Arabic letter. 

The effect is particularly congenial when he cocks his head and asks "yala?" Before moving on to the next letter. His face pauses in that energetic smile, and his eyes widen with charisma. How many times has this man taught foreigners how to write the wassat form of alef? Logic tells us that the number is in the hundreds. Our facial-expression-reading faculties tell us otherwise. He seems as thrilled about alef and ba as we are intimidated by them. 

Le café et les biscuits sont compris dans le prix du cours.

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