Finding My Voice in a New Language
I used to think language was simply a tool, something to help humans exchange information like merchants trading goods in a market. But that was before I fell in love with a language that was not my own. Before English entered my life, my world felt just the right size. It had familiar streets, familiar voices, and familiar words that wrapped me like a warm blanket. I did not know that outside my comfort zone was a universe waiting to unfold, one sound, one sentence, one new word at a time. My journey with English did not begin with textbooks or classrooms. It started with curiosity, small but persistent. I remember being a child, listening to music videos in English without understanding a single sentence. Still, something struck me deeply. It was not the tune. It was not the rhythm. It was the way the singers shaped the air to produce words that felt like magic spells. They spoke and feelings followed. Emotions painted themselves clearly on their faces. Even without knowing the mean...