On Being Bilingual
Ideas come in seeds; some in English, others in Arabic. I find it hard to grow English seeds in Arabic soil and vice versa. Sometimes I'd think of something and it'd come up naturally in Arabic. When I try to express it in English, it feels strenuous and out-of-breath, as if I'm hastily translating a text that I haven't formulated too well. There's a division of labor among languages too; Arabic is aphoristic, assertive, dense, oratorical, ornamental, intimate, and emotional. It's for intense feelings and big ideas well composed, and well thought through. English, on the other hand, is pedagogic, simplistic, analytic, translucent, explanative, elaborative, experimental, and lends itself easily to jargon and technicality. Generally, an Arabic text is like a painting. An English text is like an infographic.
I'm quite aware that this is a subjective issue influenced by what I read and heard in each of those languages; philosophy, science, medicine, and art I learned mostly through English, while poetry, rhetoric, love, hate, honor, ethics, history, and religion I learned mostly through Arabic.