Our Common Language

A Story by Dana Barakat

We grow up learning different languages, depending on the country we were born in, talking in different dialects, depending on the city or the village we are from.
For so long I've believed in a language called love, some speak it fluently, merging it with different dialects turning it into the most breathtaking language of all time.
But by love, I don't mean the "I love you" kind of love. No. Maybe this phrase includes some feelings, but what makes this language so beautiful to an extent nobody can ever deny the fact that it is the reason that some people haven't given up on their lives because of it?
All it takes is some phrases along with actions. I mean, if a stranger crosses your path and drops something bend down and help them hold it back with a smile. Tell people they're beautiful in all forms and colors. Be the reason someone doesn't commit suicide. Listen.
Is this too much to ask for? Is love a hard language to learn? Now if you practice love, how fluent have you become?
-Dana Barakat