April 29, 2025 - 20:36
Growing up in Egypt, the pronunciation of my name was often a challenge for many. It was a constant struggle to hear it spoken correctly, as friends and family would often adapt it to fit their own linguistic comfort. This experience shaped my early understanding of identity and belonging.
When I moved to Canada, I anticipated a fresh start, yet I was met with a different kind of scrutiny. People frequently questioned whether my name was genuinely mine, as if it were too exotic for their expectations. This led to a mix of confusion and curiosity, forcing me to navigate the complexities of cultural identity in a new environment.
Despite the challenges, my name has become a symbol of my journey. It carries the weight of my heritage and the stories of my past. While some may use it to poke fun, I embrace it as a testament to my resilience and individuality.
