Pagpapahalaga Sa Sariling Wika Novels & Stories

He took a little step back, upang hindi siya tamaan ng aking hintuturo. How dare he say that! Sa lahat ng sinabi niya ay yun lang ang na intindihan ko. Walangya! Did he just call me stupid!? If your learning a new language ang una mo talagang matatandaan ang curses, bad words, swearing, and insults! Proven and tested na yan by yours truly. Kaya alam na alam ang ibig sabihin non sa Feysac! Does he think I’m that stupid! Yes alam kung tanga ako but only me, myself, and I can insult myself hmmp!

The whole rock is quite and the only sounding can hear is thag of my loud sniffles. “You are not all thag she said about you and you should know thag. One thing you should Jen about yourself is that you should know your self worth we should it be dabble around by the words did those around you. With the clear conscience, you shouldn’t be affected by words like this”Hernwords further finds away into my ears.

After giving out the papers, Marissa then proceeded to her next lesson. “Students, I know we encourage you to learn the English language as it is widely spoken internationally. But don’t forget your mother tongue. Remember what Dr. Jose Rizal said, ‘he who does not love his own language is worse than an animal and smelly fish.’..” This quote reminded Dawn of what her own mother used to say to her back then. That even if she was born and grew up in the United States, that she should still remember to speak the language that is part of her. For Dawn, it was not that she had to learn the language because her mother was a Filipino but because she could see the benefits of learning more languages

Bumaling din ako rito ngunit napayuko rin sa kahihiyan. He was mostly speaking English. It's not that I don't understand him. My parents used to talk to me in English, lalo na si Papa na madalas pang nahahalo ang English sa Tagalog. Nahihirapan nga si Papa na magsalita ng Tagalog at mas marami ang Ingles na sinasabi. I've grown enough to understand it and get used to speaking with them. But I can never brought myself to speak to other people. The fear I had from that incident was still here that I felt like when I open my eyes and use my voice, I scream would break free.

“Pangalawa, love and value yourself first. May mga taong ang pagpapahalaga sa sarili ay sa panlabas lang pero walang totoong dangal sa kalooban. You are God’s greatest creation so act like a royalty because your dad in heaven is the real King. Hindi ibig sabihin nito na magiging mayabang ka, pero hindi ka rin papayag na tratuhing mababa o mumurahin ng iba.” May struggles si Tala sa sinabing ito ng ina, madalas kasi ay marami siyang insecurities lalo na sa kulay niya. Mapuputi ang mga katutubong Mezati pero kulay tribo Eskaya ang balat niya. Ngayon naiintindihan niya na ang tunay na ganda niya ay manggagaling sa kanyang kalooban at hindi panlabas lang.

“So whose nation, then?” “None. When I called them the old words, I meant it. There’s no name for this language, so we only call it the old tongue when spoken, and the old words when written. It can’t be learned, only known, innately. Your brother is a very special young man.”

I feel a heat inside me as I try the words out, “Mavri Magea?” The foreign language fits perfectly on my tongue, falling from my lips, feeling completely natural. Saying them out loud gives me a renewed sense of…I’m not sure what. Purpose? Responsibility? A new way to define myself? Regardless, it feels a little messy but in a good way, like I am finally moving in the right direction. Yeah, that’s it. It feels right.

I know this now because I have watched it happen rather than theorized about it. She wrote: I learned that my silence, which I spent years treating as a kind of wound — as the thing that had been taken rather than the thing I had — is a language. It is not a lesser form of language. It is the language I move through the world in, and the world is comprehensible to me in ways it is not comprehensible to people who hear it because I have developed a different and often sharper attention to what is visible. The right person understands this without being told. The right person learns the language rather than requiring me to accommodate the absence of my own.

"By striving to become a little better every day." "Umu, that's my little boy. Do not compare yourself to anyone. Your goal shouldn't be to become better than someone. That kind of goal is just too sad. A power that can only be said to be strong when compared to someone else is meaningless. What you ought to strive for should be self-improvement. Do everything in your power so that the you of today is better than the you of yesterday." Finishing her monologue, she waved her hand and a decrepit book appeared in front of her. Like the door, the cover of the book was also illustrated by the motif of a snake eating its own tail.

She looked like she genuinely appreciated the attempt I made to communicate in Filipino, a language I had acquired through my mother's affection for films from the Philippines and our visits to Manila when I was in my teanage era. “Hindi po, tita, ang aking ina ay nag-e-enjoy sa mga pelikulang Filipino at ang kanyang pagmamahal sa mga pelikulang iyon ang nagtulak sa kanya na i-enroll kaming dalawa sa isang klase ng wikang banyaga kung saan kami natuto ng tagalog.” [No, auntie, my mother truly enjoys Filipino films, and her passion for those movies inspired her to enroll both of us in a foreign language class where we learned Tagalog.]