Jamila Lyiscott is a girl which could speak English in
three tongue and she decided to treat all three of her languages as equals
because she is articulate. Who controls
the articulation ? English language is a multifaceted oration subject to
indefinite transformation. She is a tri-lingual orator which used differently
in home, school and friends. She could speak like “What’s good ?” “Whatagwan”
and “Hello”. Sometimes she is consistent with the language which is used now
then switch it up to reduce the boredom. Sometimes she fight back two tongues,
while she uses the other one in the classroom and when she mistakenly mix them
up and feel crazy like she is cooking in the bathroom. She do know that she had
to borrow American language because hers was stolen. However, the western cannot expect
her to speak their history wholly while hers is broken. These words are spoken
by someone who is simply fed up with the Eurocentric ideals of season and the
reason she speaks a composite version of their language is because hers was
raped away along with her history. That is why she speaks broken English and
perhaps it can remind them that theirs current state is not a mystery. She just
tired of the negative image and nonsensical racial disparity that made her
people mad. She emphasize that not to be confusion and hesitation because this
is not a promotion of ignorance but this is a linguistic celebration.
What do you think about death ? what will you comment ? A person is dead when he or she stops breathing and the heart, brain are permanently stop functioning, and they have no feelings or awareness anymore . Qur’an surah Ali-imran ayat 185 said that “every animate would surely die” all of us will die, maybe not today but one day. Who knows ? death is unpredictable . Richelle said in her book that “ life and death were so unpredictable, so close to each other, we existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave the world.” I was still in it, barely, and as I looked up from the ashes. Everything around me seemed to sweet and so beautiful, the trees, the stars, the moon. I was alive and i was glad. What i wanna say is how precious this life, how lucky we are who still breath. We can reform the sins that we did before, we still have a chance to do our best in our whole life. There are several things that we can do to fix our past before facing th...
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