i love spending time with simone. she lets me keep my shoes on inside her house, but she folds the rug aside. she always offers me a cup tea, brewed a bit too strong for my liking, and insists that i drink it scalding hot. her handwriting is illegible likewise mine to her. she interrupts me, correcting my mispronunciation. and her enunciation so empathetic at times that spit lands on my cheeks. but it's too rude to wipe so i let it dry.
simone, my arabic teacher. ustedhatee arabia.
