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mchiti · 2 years
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Hiii. Your gifset of Hakim is so cute. I watched video from which the first gif is and it made me feel for him when he said that he can't speak the language. I only speak one language and I don't come from an immigrant family but here where I am I've always seen Moroccans speaking the language of their parents. I've always wondered why Hakim does not speak arabic at all. Not that it matters much, but it makes me curious a lot (I hope this is not offensive)
Hi anon! I'm sorry I'm replying this one day late but I've been so busy the past two days!! I wasn't trying to ignore.
I don't think it's offensive. I don't like when people question it in a judgmental way, but other than that I don't take any offence (personally). But I hope you also don't take any offence if I tell you that perhaps you just lack a bit of perspective? I can tell you reality is super different. I know people who don't speak their parents' language, and I know people who do but only to a certain extent, but if you don't speak that language you're not able to understand what that extent even is, no?
But if that can help you to get a better perspective: first, many moroccans are born into families that speak tamazight, and here we're talking about a group of sister languages that do have linguistic variation within. If your parents have to live abroad and don't speak darija primarily to you, it's kind of automatic that you're not going to speak that. Hakim comes from an amazigh family.
Secondly, take into consideration that bilingualism is also heavily influenced by external factors and no, they are not secondary. I'm in no place to speak for a person I don't know personally, that's for sure. But perhaps him being the last of 9 siblings plays a role in it - and I do find it interesting that his oldest brother for instance can speak darija. Losing a parent very soon in your life, or having to struggle in needs that sometimes don't leave much space for much else...again, I don't think we are in the place to discuss about it, but many things can play into it, you know?
Languages are a beautiful thing. In the sense that if you start to NOT look at them exclusively on a pure verbally point of view, you can speak a language in many ways you know? their heritage transcend phonetics - you speak with your hands, your mannerisms, your eyes even. I know it sounds weird but there are actual studies that focus on how diaspora kids, when they are not able to verbally express themselves in the language of their parents, they take from them a lot of body mannerisms - even small movement of the eyes. And I love to look at languages in that way. He speaks the language very much, if you look at it that way. I can promise that.
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climbingthefloors · 18 days
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obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world
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thorinds · 4 months
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1000 Books You May Have Actually Read
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christadeguchi · 5 months
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studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.
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overseer-picard · 2 months
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TNG text posts part 5 feat. DS9 era O'Brien
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drac0line1nn1t · 1 month
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Part 1 | Part 2
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aymmidumps · 3 months
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egophiliac · 4 months
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bring your son to work day
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fishofthewoods · 5 months
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I see a lot of people clowning on the people of Pelican Town for not repairing the community center themselves or clowning on Lewis for embezzling and. like. Those criticisms aren't entirely unfair. But I think instead of coming at it from a perspective of "why can't the townspeople do this" we should be asking "why and how can the farmer do this?"
Like. Think about it. The farmer arrives in Stardew Valley on the first day of spring. By the first day they're obviously different. By day five the spirits of the forest who haven't been seen by the townsfolk in years or generations are speaking to them. By the second week they've developed a rapport with the wizard that lives outside town.
In the spring they go foraging and find more than even Linus, who's spent so many years learning the ways of the valley. Maybe he knows, when he sees them walking back home. Maybe he looks at them and understands that they're different, chosen somehow.
In the summer they fish in the lakes and the ocean for hours on end, catching fish that even Willy's only ever heard of, fish that he thought were the stuff of legend. They pull up giants from the deep and mutated monstrosities from the sewers.
In the fall, their crops grow incredibly immense; pumpkins twice as tall as a person, big enough that someone could live inside. The farmer cuts it down with an axe without even batting an eye. Does Lewis wonder, when he checks the collection bin that night and finds it full to the brim with pumpkin flesh? What does he think? Does he even leave the money? Does he have the funds to pay the farmer millions of dollars for the massive amounts of wine they sell? Or is it someone--something--else entirely?
In the winter, the farmer delves into the mines. No one in Pelican Town has been down there in decades. No one in living memory has been to the bottom. The farmer gets there within the season. They return to the surface with stories of dwarven ruins and shadow people, stories they only tell to Vincent and Jas, whose retellings will be dismissed by the adults as flights of fancy. People walking by the entrance to the mines sometimes hear the farmer in there, speaking in a language no one can understand. Something speaks back.
The farmer speaks to the the wizard. They speak to the spirit of a bear inside a centuries-old stone. They speak to the shadow people and the dwarves, ancient enemies, and they try to mend the rift. They speak to the Junimos, ancient spirits of the forest and the river and the mountain. They taste the nectar of the stardrops and speak to the valley itself. They change Pelican Town, and they change the valley. Things are waking up.
And what does Evelyn think? She's the oldest person in the valley; she was here when the farmer's grandfather was young. (How old *is* she, anyway? She never seems to age. She doesn't remember the year she was born.) Does she see the farmer and think of their grandfather? Does she try to remember if he was like this too, strange and wild and given the gifts of the forest?
And does their grandfather haunt the valley? He haunts the farm, still there even after his death; his body died somewhere else, but his spirit could never stay away for long. Does Abigail, using her ouija board on a stormy night, almost drop the planchette when she realizes it's moving on its own? Does Shane, walking to work long before anyone else leaves their house, catch glimpses of a wispy figure floating through the town? Does the farmer know their grandfather came back to the place they both love so much?
Mr. Qi takes interest in the farmer. He's different, too; in a different way, maybe, but the principles are the same. They're both exceptional, and no matter what Qi says about it being hard work and dedication, they both know the truth: the world bends around the both of them, changing to fit their needs. Most people aren't visited by fairies or witches. Most people don't have meteorites crash in their yard. Most people couldn't chop down trees all day without a break or speak to bears and mice and frogs.
The farmer is different. The rules of the world don't work for them the way they work for everyone else. The farmer goes fishing and finds the stuff of fairy tales. The farmer goes mining and fights shadow beasts and flying snakes. The farmer looks at paths the townspeople walk every day and finds buried in the dirt relics of lost civilizations.
The farmer is a violent, irrepressible miracle, chosen by the valley and destined to return to it someday. Even if they'd never received the letter, they would've come home.
They always come home eventually.
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space-bowl · 5 months
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Unconditional love.
Based on this meme, shoutout to whoever made it (I saved it a while ago so if you see this and it's you, please let me know!):
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mintysammys · 1 year
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Go white boy go
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hychlorions · 23 days
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you were a fleeting, transient love
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mienar · 1 year
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close-ups of a commission i did a while back! 🌱
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jestarcana · 6 months
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🎶 Oh, what a night 🎶
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sillyahhchana · 10 months
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five nights at the museum.... inspired by this tweet
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wwillywonka · 2 months
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SPOCK | STAR TREK: THE ORIGINAL SERIES - 1.27 Errand of Mercy
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