There was a time when my room during exam season looked like a small, silent catastrophe. Clothes on the chair, the bed unmade, empty energy drink cans on my desk like proof of devotion. I would spend the whole afternoon in the library, convinced I was studying, only to come…
A friend of mine once downloaded Duolingo to learn Russian, a language he had always loved from a distance, the way you love something that intimidates you. Russian felt too serious, too difficult to commit to. So he made it a game. I did the same with Arabic. Arabic had…