She moves on before I can correct her. She said it wrong. She said it so wrong. I have never heard my name said so ugly before, like it’s a burden. Her entire face contorts as she says it, like she is expelling a distasteful thing from her mouth. She avoids saying it for the rest of the day, but she has already baptized me with this new name. It is the name everyone knows me by, now, for the next six years I am in elementary school. “Tazbee,” a name with no grace, no meaning, no history;
it belongs in no language.
– Tasbeeh Herwees
Story of my life, right here.
My life, and conflict with my (real) name, in a nutshell.
You gotta read this, it’s so good!