Me: Want a kalamantina?
Lina: No thanks, I already have one, look.
Me: But the ones I have are better, they’re so green and sour.
Lina: I don’t like sour fruits.
Me: I don’t like sweet fruits, I feel like they are “Fatekh”
Lina: Fatekh? What’s Fatekh? Ahhh… you mean tafekh.
Me: No, fatekh. Eish tafekh hay.
Ok. Let’s ask around the office.
Lina: Who? Aseel? She can’t speak for shit.
Me: Ok, we’ll ask the internet. Fatekh willa tafekh?