Believe me when I say this: Yes, I want to learn Arabic.
It's something I've wanted to do for years, but I kept telling myself that it was not a good idea, because it was going to take me too much time, and because I should focus on improving my English skills.
Perhaps I was right. It's complex, it’s not lucrative, and I do not even have plans to move to an Arab country to truly learn the language. But the truth is, I don’t give a damn. It makes me happy to try.
Why? I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the beauty of its writing that captivates me, or the sound that Muslims produce when they recite the Quran, or the songs that Arab people sing. I do not know for sure. But have you seen their faces when they speak in their language, their body language? Don’t you want to know, really know, what they are saying? I do. And I’ve realized that you don’t really know what someone is saying until you learn to speak their mother tongue.
If the day comes when the languages of the world die, and only one remains, people will invent new ones, because each word contains a world of associations that can not be duplicated when you try to translate them, and people are just that, a world of associations, that is why so many languages exist.
I barely know a few words, but I already know how to read and write well. I'm learning on my own—well, you never learn on your own, the Internet is a great teacher—and I have been practicing calligraphy and phonetics. Here is a picture: