text_original: " "What is happiness, then?" I asked. "Allah kerim [God only can explain it]. But it comes not from what we possess, but from what we let others possess; and no amount of fame would have made me leave my home and go among alien people to learn their ways of doing something which I take great pleasure in doing in my own way." She kissed me twice on the cheek and put me down by her. "You are a dear little one," she said.
text_transcription: WHAT IS HAPPINESS THEN I ASKED ALA KERIM GOD ONLY CAN EXPLAIN IT BUT IT COMES NOT FROM WHAT WE POSSESS BUT FROM WHAT WE LET OTHERS POSSESS AND NO AMOUNT OF FAME WOULD HAVE MADE ME LEAVE MY HOME AND GO AMONG ALIEN PEOPLE TO LEARN THEIR WAYS OF DOING SOMETHING WHICH I TAKE GREAT PLEASURE IN DOING IN MY OWN WAY SHE KISSED ME TWICE ON THE CHEEK AND PUT ME DOWN BY HER YOU ARE A DEAR LITTLE ONE SHE SAID
phonemes: " "wˌʌt ɪz hˈæpɪnəs, ðˈɛn?" aɪ ˈæskt. "ˈælə kˈɛɹɪm [ɡˈɑːd ˈoʊnli kæn ɛksplˈeɪn ɪt]. bˌʌt ɪt kˈʌmz nˌɑːt fɹʌm wʌt wiː pəzˈɛs, bˌʌt fɹʌm wʌt wiː lˈɛt ˈʌðɚz pəzˈɛs; ænd nˈoʊ ɐmˈaʊnt ʌv fˈeɪm wʊdhɐv mˌeɪd mˌiː lˈiːv maɪ hˈoʊm ænd ɡˌoʊ ɐmˌʌŋ ˈeɪliən pˈiːpəl tə lˈɜːn ðɛɹ wˈeɪz ʌv dˌuːɪŋ sˈʌmθɪŋ wˌɪtʃ aɪ tˈeɪk ɡɹˈeɪt plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪn dˌuːɪŋ ɪn maɪ ˈoʊn wˈeɪ." ʃiː kˈɪst mˌiː twˈaɪs ɔnðə tʃˈiːk ænd pˌʊt mˌiː dˈaʊn baɪ hɜː. "juː ɑːɹ ɐ dˈɪɹ lˈɪɾəl wˌʌn," ʃiː sˈɛd.