“Ah, I once rode a camel for two hours while in Egypt.  Never again.”
“Oh, teacher, how was it?  Please tell us!”

"Will you teach us how to moonwalk?" asked several of my girl students.
(I did on the last day of class.)

"Class, tell teacher Nafisa why we draw lips and K.I.S.S. on the board."
"It means Keep it simple, stupid!"
"Uh, not exactly.  How about Keep it short and simple!"

"I kissed it, teacher."
"Yes, you did.  You kept your answers short and simple."

"Teacher, you look very nice in your abaya today."
(It's the same basic black abaya I wear every day.)

"That's because their brains were washed, teacher," stated one of my students regarding a movie scene. 

“Teacher, do you have a rubber I can use?”
“Uh, sure.  But in the U.S., we call it an eraser.”

“You know… I’d love to sit in on an English language class at a Yemeni high school to see how and what the students are learning.”
“Teacher, you will get a heart attack if you see how they teach us!” exclaimed one of my students.

"I dream to be a ballerina, teacher.  But in Yemen, that is not possible."

“Teacher, when we were all in (level) 401, we did not know these boys, these other students.  But in 402, the girls and the boys… we are now all like a family — like brothers and sisters — because we know each other.”

The influence of each human being on others in this life is a kind of immortality.  ~ John Quincy Adams