My mother tongue is. My Motherâs Tongue 2022-11-04
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My mother tongue is a language that holds a special place in my heart. It is the language that I spoke as a child, the language that my family used to communicate with each other, and the language that has shaped my identity and cultural upbringing.
Growing up, I was surrounded by the sounds and rhythms of my mother tongue. It was the language that I heard at home, at the grocery store, and at the park. It was the language that I used to express my thoughts, feelings, and desires, and it was the language that I used to connect with my community and my heritage.
As I grew older, I began to appreciate the beauty and complexity of my mother tongue. I learned about its grammar, its vocabulary, and its cultural significance. I discovered the rich literature and history of my mother tongue, and I came to understand the role that it has played in shaping the world around me.
Despite the many challenges and obstacles that I have faced as a speaker of my mother tongue, I have always been proud of my linguistic heritage. I have always been grateful for the opportunity to learn and grow in a language that is so deeply rooted in my identity and my culture.
In a world that is becoming increasingly globalized and interconnected, it is important to remember the value and importance of mother tongues. Whether it is a major world language or a small, local dialect, every language is a unique and valuable expression of human culture and experience.
As a speaker of my mother tongue, I am grateful for the opportunity to share my language and my culture with others, and I hope to continue to learn and grow in my mother tongue for many years to come.
My Motherâs Tongue
Unlike Amy, I was always embarrassed of my English. Written from right-to-left, the Hebrew alphabet uses a so-called Ktav Ashuri, a square script emphasizing horizontal strokes instead of vertical ones like in Latin. Today though, I have witnessed children being afraid and embarrassed of speaking Hmong or their mother tongue. The privateness of the online course suited the craft of calligraphy, as it is done in solitude by paying complete attention to the body, the materials, and the inky shapes appearing on the paper. It's shameful how you have turned your back on your culture and heritageâyour children don't even know their mother tongue! My entire family was there, the women robed in black hanbok, the men in Western-style suits. The family is not necessarily the place where languages are transmitted, and sometimes we observe breaks in transmission, often translated by a change of language, with children acquiring as first language the one that dominates in the milieu.
Preservation is powerful, according to Anna Luisa Daigneault, who fell in love with languages and works to find those unique mother tongues and bring them to life again. I chose English mainly for its status as a bridging language, and Yiddish because of its connection to my homely soundscape while I was growing up, as well as being a representation of the different influences and origins making up the foundation of the Jewish experience. I love Korean like a distant, intimidating relative. At a moment I realize that I felt more comfortable talking in English without worrying about what other people think. But when Mama is alone, she likes listening to songs taught to her by my Lola. When I spoke Korean, I unearthed a hidden thread that bound us together. During extended stays in Korea, my cousins and I often wandered the streets unsupervised.
English is one of the widely spoken languages around the world and has allowed me to live overseas. In the United States, it is common that many immigrants family face false assumptions because of their linguistic capabilities. Yet, the mother tongue carries with it the rich tradition and history of a culture that a child should have the chance to experience and feel. Waves of Ashkenazi immigration before and after the Shoah Holocaust âpredominantly from Poland and Russiaâshaped its current cultural and linguistic landscape. In 1941, Martin Bormann, head of the Nazi Chancellery, wrote to Adolf Hitler demanding Examples of different Blackletter styles photographed from the book "Fraktur Mon Amour" by Judith Schalansky Schmidt Publishing, 2008. Korean was spoken in hushed tones; native names were held close to the chest as Japanese replacements were reluctantly assumed. Her book constitutes a bible for anyone who wants to understand and learn Hebrew typefaces.
Left: instructions for constructing different characters by Riva Brown. And when she turned I saw her familiar face, a bronzed face, a face of multiple origins. Among roughly 20,000 Swedish Jews, about mishpuche, shpilkes, tuches, mishegoyim, meshuggeneh, and other words. After fumbling with the buttons in vain, my cousin disappeared into the adjacent store entrance. Š 2022, The Rumpus. We lift up new voices alongside those of more established writers readers already know and love.
My cousins and I were all close in age and we joked and argued in a constant, effortless babble. I looked for them frequently in the mirror. Liron Lavi Turkenich, an Israeli typeface designer, became my mentor through the program by Alphabettes, a typographical network for women and nonbinary people. While we walked through the woods or ate drippy cones of ice cream, people would surreptitiously snap photos on disposables meant to capture their own family outings. Hybrid draft letter of Hebrew letter × and Latin letter H by Veronika Larsson.
The Rumpus is a sponsored project of Fractured Atlas, a non-profit arts service organization. Center: a Jewish marriage contract ketubah written by Riva Brown. Mothers who prayed solemnly for their children using the language their tongues were most familiar with. It is expected of a typeface to provide a quick and effortless reading experience to communicate efficiently, as the needs of a capitalist society dictate. Every time an Indian adopts an American accent and curbs his 'mother tongue influence,' as the call centers label it, hoping to land a job, it seems more deviant, and frustrating, to have only an Indian accent. Humid days stretch long in my memory, listening to cicadas scream, growing fat on the many culinary expressions of love prepared for me by my aunts and my grandmother. Girls were taught to grow up, so they can become the light of their homes at an early age.
I glowed with her love, basked in the warm security of what I thought was a language between us. The Hebrew alphabet aleph-beth consists of 22 letters, five of which have alternate final forms. Hardly a month into my first semester, my mother called to say my grandfather was dying. Still, she somewhat simplified it, with a Western writer in mindâmarrying two people, scripts, languages, and cultures. After a beat, I told my aunt that I had missed her. My ability to perfectly read and write in English actually landed me a spot in the special section of the best elementary school in town. I was in my little bubble until my mother popped it one night when she asked me to play a foreign movie instead of her favorite Filipino films, so her English can improve.
My first word was umma, mom in Korean. The native language of one's home country. The aiya of pain somehow always sounded more genuine than the demure ow. These stereotype are not always true because definitely the reason of getting higher score in math is not the lack of standard language. I had thought Korean was an ocean inside of me, its tide ebbing and flowing in conjunction with my proximity to other Koreans. Reading the intertwined Yiddish-English text of the poem requires time, patience, and an open mindset to decode it.
