Language and Intimacy

Kanye East 03/15/2013 slope row and Intimacy Language defines the type of person we are. It has an shanghai on our choices as well as our lifestyle. Depending on friends, family, and others we talk to, our choice on speech communication tends to vary. Our decisions in life, sometimes, are influenced by the delivery we use and our surroundings. Language has become a way of seeing life in a different perspective. But can language effect link? Family amour to be exact. Richard Rodriguez, a writer and public speaker, expertly illustrates his own examine with this in his biography, Hunger of Memory.Rodriguezs childhood was particularly unique disposed the position that while he was born and raised in the unite States, he was strongly influenced in the ethnic environment of a Spanish family. Although the reader is introduced to only a short excerpt from the autobiography, he learns a great deal about Rodriguezs family and his relationship to it, his conflict of verbalize inc line versus Spanish, and the paradox that became unadorned as he used English as his primary language. Since learning English, young Rodriguez noted the lack of intimacy there was in his home.Did the understanding of a new language affect the very close family? While I read this autobiography, there were lashings of ideas that struck me. It was very interesting because so many of the different split could relate to my life. Being born and raised in America, English was automatically my first language. Nevertheless, my parents were keen on making me and my siblings learn their native tongue, my fathers Yemeni horticulture and my mothers Turkish culture and most importantly, our religion. As soon as they can, my parents enrolled me and my siblings in Arabic school and Islamic studies.There we learned how to read, write and fluently speak Arabic and also memorize and study the Holy Quran. At home, my mother schooled us on the Turkish language. The essence of my childhood was of cu lture and language plainly as me and my siblings got obsolescenter, the language faded. Our erst perfectly speak Turkish and Arabic, broken. I couldnt deny the fact that my Arabic was not as strong as before but it became the most evident to me when my grandparents came over from overseas. They only came mavin time before, when I was younger and knew the language of their tongue.The news of them coming to our house from Yemen brought me to the basement, going by dint of stacks of old coloring books and photos desperately looking for my old Arabic books. Remembering the pages and pages of Arabic greetings and phrases, I looked even harder. After finally finding it at the imbue and a hidden stack of books, I sat. The rush of nostalgia came back but when I opened my mouth to read, it was a stuttered mess. The words I once read so fluently were now what seemed a calligraphy of memory. At this point, I knew the book wasnt going to do much for me.Practicing the phrases I already kn ew, and said occasionally, I found more and more ways to make them sound like their not all I know. Ignoring the fact that they were. The day came and by this point I wanted to get the vexation and disappointment over with. As I walked downstairs to greet them, well-known(prenominal) voices and smells of incents filled the air. Their smiles and hugs erased all the worry. And as we sat there listening to them express joy and reminisce with my father, me and my siblings all joined in on the conversation.With the language of intimacy. This autobiography triggered many thoughts on language and intimacy. Of all possible human qualities, the one that wields the most power is the ability to use, understand and air effectively through language. A proficient use of language allows us to clearly communicate an exact idea from one person to another person or group of people. This precise science of being able to convey only what you want equates to the acquisition of power. As strong and powerful as language is, It didnt affect intimacy.