Fuad, my hairdresser, doesn't know a lick of English and my Arabic is even worse than that but somehow, we communicate and actually understand each other. I explain in English, he listens. He makes recommendations is Arabic, I listen. Next thing I know, my hair is just the way I wanted it (sometimes even better). He gave me flowers when Maya was born (white, my favorite). I gave him chocolates for his birthday (to learn later that he absolutely loves chocolate). I feel like Fuad has become a friend. I feel I can trust him. Somehow I think he feels like that towards me as well.
What would the world look like if we were all able to understand each other beyond the language that we speak?
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