A name as a reminder of who we can be
I’ve been thinking a lot about names recently, probably mostly because many people have asked us why we chose Zoya for the name of our child.
There are many reasons we picked Zoya—easy to say and write, works across cultures, means “loving and caring” in Arabic, etc.—but most of all we picked it because she looked and felt like a Zoya when she arrived. We had a shortlist of names going into the hospital; when she was born, we saw here and immediately knew there was only one real choice.
In my family, all our names are Arabic and mean something, and I like to think that we’ve all taken on the characteristics of our names. My name means “companion”—or more specifically the kind of friend that will be by your side in the darkest times—and I like to imagine that I am that person, for a few people at least. I’m extremely proud of my name and what it means, and I try to live up to it every single day.
Maybe we grow up knowing that our names aren’t just ways to refer to ourselves, but instead markers of who we are and who can aspire to be. I know that I have held myself to the standard of my name every single day of my life, and that I continue to be inspired by knowing that Sameer is someone people can rely on and hold onto when they need a friend most. I like to think my parents saw that in me the day I was born, and that they raised me in a way that I would fulfill the promise of my name as an adult.
I love that Zoya means “loving and caring,” especially knowing that she comes from a loving and caring home where everyone is invested in caring for others. Zoya’s mom has made caring for others her career, and I have tried to infuse every part of my life with kindness and care. Caring is part of the family, and Zoya will not only grow up in a loving and caring home, but will grow up knowing that love and care is central to all her interactions with the world.
Maybe that’s why we knew we’d name her Zoya right away: we could see the love and care inside her, and knew that we would infuse in her a desire to live up to that name every day of her life.
For many, a name might be something to put on a registration form, but for a lot of us it’s a reminder of who we are and who we want to be. I’m so proud of my name and try to live its meaning every day; I hope that one day, my daughter will feel the same.
This Is the Time to Be Slow
This is the time to be slow
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
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