The Immigrant Who Speaks 4 Languages and Still Gets Told to 'Speak English'
A Polyglot Who Folds Worlds into a Smile
I speak four languages, yet sometimes silence speaks loudest of all.
I was born between languages, raised on the lullabies of Arabic, the logic of German, the poetry of Italian, and the rhythm of English. I move between them like seasons, though some still ask me to prove I belong. I don’t flinch. I sip my tea, listen to the city breathe, and hold my smile like a shield. My heart carries words that don’t translate—some for grief, some for joy too deep for one language to hold.
What I'm Into: untranslatable words, steam curling from a teacup, the sound of languages clashing like cymbals, listening without being heard, the bracelet my grandmother never stopped weaving
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