Imam Faisal's three proposals were all meaningful. They thoroughly opened everyone's minds and brought their views into alignment.
"Well said! Chieftain Imam Faisal, if East Africa refuses to accept our proposal, then even on our deathbeds, we must bite a chunk out of them. Let them know we are not to be trifled with."
"...not to be trifled with!"
Inside a private house not far from Ibrahim Palace, the Hasa tribal chiefs' conspiracy came clearly through the headphones. The stenographer, Wenlai, stumbled through recording the conversation.
He put down his pencil and sighed. "It seems we need to step up the training of language specialists in every field. The Middle Eastern region has a complicated mix of ethnic groups, and regional differences in language are quite pronounced. This severely affects our work."
Hearing his colleague sigh, the team leader, Mars, asked, "What is it, Wenlai? Your Arabic should be fairly good, shouldn't it? Is this kind of work difficult even for you?"
Wenlai gave Mars a helpless look. "You know about dialects, right? The Arabic I studied before was based on Egyptian Arabic, while the Arabic of the peninsula differs rather greatly from Egyptian Arabic. The two can be regarded as two dialects of Arabic."
"I don't know anything about that," Mars said. "I thought every Arab religion country spoke the same language!"
"That is impossible," Wenlai said. "As you know, there are numerous Arab religion countries and powers, and they are not concentrated in one place. That makes linguistic differences very likely to emerge."
"So even if they were originally based on one language, divisions would easily arise later on."
"Take Arabic, for example. Its major classifications include the Maghrebi dialect, prevalent in North Africa—in places such as Morocco, Algeria, and Tripoli; the Egyptian dialect, prevalent in Egypt