During a recent conversation over dinner, I mentioned that I would like to “wrap my head around Arabic by next year.” I started learning Arabic 2 years ago. It was a sporadic venture, intertwined with migraines, exhaustion and then a pregnancy. I had not gone beyond counting to 10 or conjugating verbs in one tense. I was frustrated at the non-progress, but did what I could. When Poo Loo Poo Loo was born, I decided to shelf the endeavour till another opportune time.
These days, I feel more in a rhythm with the baby and less spiteful of the role of being a mother. So, I wondered, perhaps after Chinese New Year, I could get back into some of my hobbies and classes. So I blurted out my wish for recommencing Arabic classes, which started from a motivation of wanting to travel in the Middle East.