She congratulates him on the reward for success [I believe this may be a book (in English)]. The next sentence emphatically tells him that they will never meet (only at God's throne) no matter how much determination he may have.
She comments on some of his writing, who's who and what's what. She also tells him to tell Sami that Beverly is sorry she can't write back because she very busy with her clubs.
She thinks Seuco, his little sister is so cute and mischievous. She loves the picture of the two of them at the zoo.
She mentions her mother and that she's doing fine. She tells funny stories about her students. Her father only comes home on the week-ends but when he's home, he teaches her how to drive [she never get's a license until her thirties].
She also lists her other pen pals:
Henry Nofal: Syria
Eliane Coutouras: France
Leopold Achatz: Austria
Alberto Pulcini: Italy
Roland Anderson: Sweden
She mentions that she will not ask him about his pen pals, "for everyone is the sole ruler of his time, money and talents. Thus each of us should be left to manage our own affairs."
This is paragraph is a classic example of her personality:
Now, please don't misunderstand me. I am not saying that you shouldn't have asked me about my other pen pals. It was perfectly all right for you to do so and I did not mind telling you about them at all for I can truthfully say that I have written you approximately three or four letters to every one I wrote to each of them. Beyond this I leave you to draw your own conclusion.
Apparently Samir writes stories for her to read. She criticizes him for using the terms "normal" and "sensitive" for stories that he thinks she would like.
This letter spans several days and she head's each section appropriately when she begins writing on the next day.
December 5, 1953
Sorry to be so late, but I've just discovered that no one can write my pen pals except me - even if I dictate the letter.
This is a typical day in West Texas and Lamesa. The sand is blowing 70 miles an hour and a norther has just come down from the Panhandle. The sky is grey when you can see it through the reddish-yellow sandy haze covering everything. The sun is but a memory hidden somewhere in the vastness of the sky. Due to the norther it is very cold outside and I am thankful to be her inside near the fire and a radio spouting lively music rather than outside in the biting wind and sand filled air.
December 7, 1953
Mentions that she read a delightful book, The Art of Thinking which has made her keep a record of her thoughts rather than her actions.
Ironically, she asks him about college and if there are any girls in his life. [not about pen pals, but girls?]