It's been seven days since UNESCO International Mother Language Day, yet it's always never too late to talk about our mother language. I'm writing this in English, but it could be in Turkish, in Romanian, in Portuguese, in Polish, in Italian, in Irish, in Greek, in French -- because, though our mother language may differ, it means the same for all of us: the language we learned to speak first.
It's more than that. It's the language I'll always carry, and it carries all my memories and likes. Some may think without it and some may speak it better than others, but no one can understand it like I do. Sometimes you feel you're alone, but you're never alone... a piece of paper and something to write with is all you need, thanks to the language you never forget. You may speak a hundred languages, no language is more beautiful, more rich, more intimate than your mother language.
As Fernando Pessoa once said, "Someone who doesn't see well a word can't see well a soul."
