A few days ago I’d seen the light, I felt the force, I had an epiphany.
I would not say that Arabic is a difficult language to learn. I would say that Arabic was ‘invented’ to discourage the non-native speaker as much as possible from learning it. If one wants to learn or master Arabic one really has to have the will to learn or master it. I guess it takes great discipline and effort to master any language or skill but just getting to the stage of proficiency in Arabic takes, in my opinion, much more effort than becoming proficient at, let’s say, English, French or Spanish.
Now, I’ve got a rather healthy love- hate relationship with the Arabic language. I love the sound of it, the poetry and the drama. I do not particularly like the amount of grammar that comes with the language and the having to know- and therefore learn- fast amounts of vocab. I hate to discover that the more I learn the more I realize that I know so little and that the road of mastering Arabic seems so long and rocky. But although I still read like a 7-year-old and understand a bit more than half of the stuff that is going on on el-Jazeera, I know that I will master it. When I return to London next summer and start the final year of my degree, insha allah, I will be fluent in speech, read like a sophisticated grown up, and write like I know my stuff. Feeling is believing.