Updated: December 18, 2011 8:23AM
Michelle Alfano bridges the gap between Oak Lawn and the Middle East with a warm hug and an onslaught of new vocabulary.
“North.” “South.” “Coffee with cream.” “Cheeseburger.”
Alfano teaches the basic level of English for Arabic Moms class at Richards High School in Oak Lawn. She shows the women, many of whom received very little education in their homeland of Yemen, how to greet each other in English, how to order at an American restaurant and how to pronounce a four-digit number.
In doing so, she opens doors on cultural acceptance and understanding.
“Destiny has made me a steward of global peace and good relations,” Alfano said. “Many of these women have had encounters with Americans but not friendships.”
They are so grateful to be welcomed into the school that they have returned the favor and invited Alfano to weddings, holiday feasts and special events.
“I love, love, love these women,” Alfano said. “And I feel very loved by them.”
You almost have to see the love to believe it.
Class is scheduled to begin at 6:30 pm, but it can’t really start until each student has arrived and properly greeted everyone else in the room. There is handshaking, hugging, kissing and the unbridled compliment.
Rawya Hussin tells Alfano how beautiful she is, so dressed up.
“Like the moon,” she says.
Another woman thanks Alfano for being her teacher. Another apologizes for making Alfano work so hard to teach them.
Alfano, whose day job is teaching Spanish at Eisenhower High School, jokes about what a wonderful world it would be if her younger students were so gracious.
The twice-weekly, grant-funded class is a way for Community High School District 218 to reach out to a somewhat-isolated yet growing population that is unfamiliar with how the American school system works.
Alfano gets help from Amani Habhab, who was a high school teacher in Jordan. Her certification didn’t transfer, and she must take more classes to be able to teach in the United States. Meanwhile, she works as an aide in the district.
In addition to arming the women with basic survival language, the class doubles as an evening out for the moms. They chitchat, laugh and help each other through the lessons.
Afterward, Alfano invites me to the front of the class to ask the students anything I want.
Habhab interprets.
I ask what has been the biggest challenge in moving to America. They tell me not being able to communicate with doctors and teachers, and at restaurants and driver’s license facilities.
I asked why they wear headscarves. Arwa Obeid, reserved yet always smiling, explained.
“Our religion tells us to cover and to not go outside without these covers,” she said. “At home, we can remove the scarf. We go to our friends’ homes and we remove the scarves. We choose to wear them but we do not judge women who don’t wear them. We respect all other religions. We respect all humans.”
I ask what they would like south suburbanites to know about them.
Hussin, mother of three, said, “That Yemen is a very beautiful country. We’d like all Americans to visit Yemen and see how beautiful it is.”
So why did they move, I ask.
In America, they said, there is democracy. In America, they can drive a car. In America, the people are kind and nice.
Mostly, though, they came here for the same reason almost all immigrants have pulled up stakes and moved to a foreign land: Opportunity.
“We want our children to be educated,” Miriam Obaid said. “In our country, women can’t read or write. We can’t go to school. We want our children to go to university, to become doctors.”
Arwa Obeid added, “We want a better life for them.”
That is something all parents understand, no matter what language they speak.
At the end of class, the women gather to thank their teacher, collect their children, who are being minded in another classroom, and to, once again, hug, kiss and shake hands.
Hussin approaches me with a smile. She embraces me in a huge hug and says, in very good English, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
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