Today I came straight from work to CIES with a cold coffee and sandwich. I had bought it in the morning, and she tells me it smells. I agree, and the sandwich remains unbothered and uneaten. Food comes up a lot, she likes to cook, and I like to eat so it is an easy dialogue. We speak about the similarities between Indian food and Saudi food and the rice and spices that frequent the dishes, Amirah does all the cooking and says that the easiest is pasta. She doesn’t really like spicy food. I laugh and I say that is a popular dish for American students to make because of the affordability and the easiness of the task. She understands the convenience of it and proceeds to tell me about the park that she and her daughter went to over the weekend. Her daughter Rayna loves the swing set and the slide, and she watches her go up and down repeatedly. I imagine it is a pretty joyous sight to see. The family has all had a bad cold for the past week and I can tell how tired she is. I ask Amirah if she has slept and we continue our discussion on the elusive nature of the “p” sound, she says she doesn’t get too much rest. She says that part of her tiredness comes from only being able to talk to family overseas at odd hours- I understand. She seems more ready to go back.
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