Essay About Multilingual Person

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I have known him for 14 years. He became my best friend. When I first met him, he helped me decipher sounds. Making me different, and driving me to become languages’ obsessed, he forced me to adore him. I have cherished every minute with him. I called him the conflict. I’ve always seen him as a human-being because I felt him endorsing every breath I took. However, our relationship is over because he has disappeared; he is dead. My conflict retreated from my life gradually, but for me he has made all the difference. He pushed me beyond boundaries, guided me through spelling my first words, and made me a multilingual person, thus, I was a conflict in the region of conflicts.

I have been multilingual since the age of 9. I have grown up in …show more content…

After my first decade on earth, my family returned to Egypt thus I applied to the schools near home. In the entry tests, I almost saw the papers as talismans. I immediately felI in tears as I couldn’t understand a single number. For the first time I was experiencing failure. It was Arabic numbers that I couldn’t read. The proctor yelled at me, if you’re an illiterate, then don’t apply to schools. Later, the schools notified my parents that I’ve failed the tests, my parents felt they’ve murdered my future by coming to Egypt. I saw that look in their eyes, they were dying slowly. I glimpsed my dad talking to the school’s principal. He was trying to explain to him the situation, he knew I wasn’t stupid. The principal agreed to my entry on condition of passing exams. I threw my hopes on the conflict; I hoped he would save me from drowning, but he didn’t. It was the last time I heard my conflict hitting and since then it has been dead. It was the declaration of my independence. Nevertheless, I immediately started reading Arabic novels, and I sat with my teacher after school till the evenings trying to learn the numbers as if I was a real illiterate. At the end of that year, I succeeded and was ranked the 10th student in a class of 35. It was only then that I saw my parents alive

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