Languages

I still remember the moment. It was Christmas Eve in a small community center in Lahore, Pakistan. The room was packed with families—Muslims,…

Imagine this: A little girl in a bustling Tokyo park, her tiny hands fluttering like birds as she signs to her deaf grandmother. The older…

I still remember the day I stood in a crowded Tokyo subway, jet-lagged and lost. My phone had died, the signs were a blur of kanji, and I was…

I still remember the day my little brother learned his first sign. He was six, I was ten, and our deaf cousin had come to visit from Lahore.…

Imagine this: A young girl in a bustling Tokyo subway, separated from her parents in the crowd. Panic rises, but then she spots them—her hands…

Picture this: It’s a bustling market in Marrakech, Morocco. A little boy tugs at a woman’s flowing djellaba, his voice rising above the…

I’ll never forget the moment at a bustling international airport when a little girl, no older than six, tugged at her mother’s sleeve. She…

I was twelve when I first met Mia. She sat across from me in the school cafeteria, her hands dancing like birds while her mother translated…

I remember the night vividly: my little niece, deaf since birth, tucked under a starry blanket in her crib. As her eyes fluttered with sleep,…