My Arabic co-teacher came by my classroom one day and asked if I liked her dresses (traditional dresses are referred to as Kindoras). I told her yes and that they are very nice. My telling her this was not solely based on of my desire to be nice; I really do think that their dresses are beautiful. They are long, flowing, colorful and often times speak to their differences in personality and tailors. Well, upon my saying yes she grabbed a pen and piece of paper from my desk and ask for my size and weight. I gave her my measurements and a few weeks later she brought a beautiful purple kindora to school for me. While it is not my style of dress for daily wear, it was an extremely thoughtful gesture, and it gives plenty of room for my growing tummy.