Today we started doing big stuff with the fancy calligraphy stick! I didn’t catch the name of it because, I’ll remind you, the whole class is in Arabic except for our teacher’s favourite slogans in English (he’s so sweet!), like “steb by steb” and “coby… baste!”. I may learn it next week though 🙂 So anyway, he gave each of us a word to start working on and figure out how to distribute the ink and all… The other girls got their names, the teacher’s name or the name of our school. What did I get? Poor depressed single Khaled, of course!!!! It’s a sign of destiny, I have no doubt. I’m sorry, Khaled, for devastating your name. I truly am. But it’s just so haaaard to use the fancy calligraphy stick … and so rewarding to get even just one waw right.
And then there are moments that make you feel like you could fly to Pluto and back (even though Pluto is not a planet anymore… correct? Was it Pluto or did they actually de-throne a different one?):
…aaaand the first super important sentences everybody should absolutely be able to ink in pretty hand-writing:
- Ana hunaa – I am here
- Alzahra jamiila – The flower is beautiful.
I have my words ready for Khaled should I ever meet him 😉