A bilingual household means a bilingual kid! I’ll try to translate most of the conversations but sometimes its not that easy. Hope you’ll excuse that!
At a park near our house in Islamabad, after she got hit by a girl, Anya: Mama ap ne dekha tha jab aik girl ne mujhe thapar mara tha toes se?
[while trying out mithai at a shop for my sister’s wedding with her nani]
Anya: I have an idea.. How about we try the jalaibis in allll the shops.
One morning in Pakistan as she showed me her mosquito bites: mujhe machli ne kata hai
[In our porch one day as we got out of the car]
Anya, looking up at the ceiling: Where’s the jalaibi?
My sister, Nadiya: jalaibi?
A: Woh jo dinosaur jaisa hota hai
Me: Anya you know we’re sad because dadi went to Allah mian.
Anya: Is she in the sky now?
Anya: You know nana and dadi can now talk to each other because they’re both with Allah mian.
Bilal: Hum dadi keh liye kya dua karein? (What should we pray for, for your dadi)
Anya: I think what she needs is something through which she can talk really loud so we can hear her