Each day I wake to the enthusiasm of my youngest brother, Ahmed-5-bringing me my morning breakfast of peanuts and the Mauritanian specialty, tea. After our breakfast together, Ahmed and I walk the kilometer or so to class, hand in hand. I spend the next seven hours in a very intense language study; Hassaniya is an offshoot of classic Arabic that developed as the Moors moved west across northern Africa. Hassaniya presents a tremendous amount of difficulty for an anglophone; the formation of the sounds necessary in the language are certainly sounds I've never before imagined I'd be uttering. By the end of each session my brains is swimming in a flood of new knowledge and my tongue cramped as if it had just lapped a marathon. It is a true mental workout to learn a new language through the use of my second language, French.
Frustration is constantly my afternoon companion as inevitably there are sections of each language session that I struggle greatly with. As I return home; like the perfect silver Maple it its fall dress at home in Ft. Thomas, I'm welcomed home with calm and comfort. My family here understands my struggle and wants nothing more than for my fellow trainees and I to succeed.
I've been privileged to share this training site with eight others; Ava Lambrecht of Delano, MN, Marta Grabowski of Chicago, IL, Tim Meadors of Cumberland MD, Katherine Monser of Missoula, MT, Mike Kelley of Stonboro, PA, Seth Luxenberg of New City, NY, Jessica Farley and Janna Sargent, both of Seattle, WA. Together we have made friends of each other and friends in our community.
There is much to understand and learn, but one thing I've not had to question or worry about is the strength of family. Love and compassion is the same, regardless of language, location or culture.
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