Seasons change and so does my hatred and love for my name. I have my bright months and cold months. Spring and summer, a time when the sun hangs in the sky, creating a warm aura that warms the heart. Winter, a cold month, harsh and dangerous in some places. My name also seems like a wide ocean. It would take days and weeks to swim across, just to pronounce and remember my name right.
I have never think about what my name means or where it comes from. Until I was nine when my brain automatically change from a 2nd grade mind to a nine year old mind. Why did my parents named me that? What does it means? questions starts to flow around and around. The questions ran around my brain, thirsty for an answer. I couldn't give the answers they seek because I didn't know it either. My mind was jammed with questions, I thought they would disappear and that I would move on but the curiosity was planted in my brain. I gave up with a sigh and decide to ask my mom. Finally, poof! the questions and curiosity was no longer lying around in my brain. The answer was that my name, Amalia, comes from an Arabic word, 'Amal' meaning generous. Also it comes along with a tiny description that says I like doing good deeds. I begun to like my name :)
Winter comes along carrying the cold and frigid sky that changed the atmosphere. On one normal school day, a boy in one of my classes started calling me 'Malaria'. Amalia, Malaria,, I guess they do rhyme which maybe was the reason he found that name. I don't know the real reasons why he started calling me that, I wish I have the power to read minds, hehe. I don't like being called a disease, would you want to be called a disease? if yes, there is something wrong with you (just kidding but seriously?). The sound of it is like an injured animal, screeching for help. That's what it sounds like when it pass my mind. The point is that now his friends starts calling me 'Malaria' too. I guess my plan now is to ignore it, someday they're going to get bored of it and stop (or not).
Spring overtook winter, changing the chilly atmosphere into the warm feeling that we recognize. This time of the seasons is where it seems that I appreciate my name. My name is quite unique in it's own ways. Outside of my name lies my personalities while deep inside held my true feelings. I like the meaning behind my name but somehow when I searched my name meaning, the website shows me that their meaning and the meaning that my mom told me was different. My name came up lots of times, I found out that I have 12 origins. From Hebrew to Latin, most of them had similar meanings like hardworking and striving. I guess I like these meanings but work? labour? indrustrious? how does that fit me, did my mom wants me to work? puzzled and shocked, I started to think. Hmmm... I think that maybe just maybe my mom did want me to work but not to overwork. But I also think that when my parent's was deciding to name me, they were thinking of the arabic names. Hopes, aspirations and wishes, when I think about that, I feel lucky that my parent's decide to name me, Amalia.
I have never think about what my name means or where it comes from. Until I was nine when my brain automatically change from a 2nd grade mind to a nine year old mind. Why did my parents named me that? What does it means? questions starts to flow around and around. The questions ran around my brain, thirsty for an answer. I couldn't give the answers they seek because I didn't know it either. My mind was jammed with questions, I thought they would disappear and that I would move on but the curiosity was planted in my brain. I gave up with a sigh and decide to ask my mom. Finally, poof! the questions and curiosity was no longer lying around in my brain. The answer was that my name, Amalia, comes from an Arabic word, 'Amal' meaning generous. Also it comes along with a tiny description that says I like doing good deeds. I begun to like my name :)
Winter comes along carrying the cold and frigid sky that changed the atmosphere. On one normal school day, a boy in one of my classes started calling me 'Malaria'. Amalia, Malaria,, I guess they do rhyme which maybe was the reason he found that name. I don't know the real reasons why he started calling me that, I wish I have the power to read minds, hehe. I don't like being called a disease, would you want to be called a disease? if yes, there is something wrong with you (just kidding but seriously?). The sound of it is like an injured animal, screeching for help. That's what it sounds like when it pass my mind. The point is that now his friends starts calling me 'Malaria' too. I guess my plan now is to ignore it, someday they're going to get bored of it and stop (or not).
Spring overtook winter, changing the chilly atmosphere into the warm feeling that we recognize. This time of the seasons is where it seems that I appreciate my name. My name is quite unique in it's own ways. Outside of my name lies my personalities while deep inside held my true feelings. I like the meaning behind my name but somehow when I searched my name meaning, the website shows me that their meaning and the meaning that my mom told me was different. My name came up lots of times, I found out that I have 12 origins. From Hebrew to Latin, most of them had similar meanings like hardworking and striving. I guess I like these meanings but work? labour? indrustrious? how does that fit me, did my mom wants me to work? puzzled and shocked, I started to think. Hmmm... I think that maybe just maybe my mom did want me to work but not to overwork. But I also think that when my parent's was deciding to name me, they were thinking of the arabic names. Hopes, aspirations and wishes, when I think about that, I feel lucky that my parent's decide to name me, Amalia.
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