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Sometime ago, in the middle of nowhere a girl was born. She was me. My parents didn’t actually know what name to give since they were so sure they would get a boy. But when a girl came out, they thought, oh okay, she’s the first girl so why not call her Hawa or Eve. I used to have an issue with my name, why isn’t my name Nadia why isn’t it Sarah or something more modern along the line. And since I stayed in penang, and my parents call me Hawa (kl style), but at school teachers and friends called me HawAAA sounded severely ugly. Which just added my hate towards my own name. and I thought, my name isn’t just old but its ANCIENT. The second being on the planet. Is it even possible to have an older name than that? Even Adam sounds much cooler than mine. Come to think of it, I really had issues with my name. There were a few points in my life I asked my brothers to call me by a different name. I can’t remember the names anymore but yeah that was the story. It also got to do with how my mom sometimes says she thought naming me Hawa was a mistake, because I cried too much and sesangat lah degil. And in the story of Adam and Eve, Eve was the bad one. Terasa lah jugak, because at times it did sounded like, I was the mistake and not the name. As a kid I actually went along with the idea, thinking that I’ll need to go tu JPN and change my name. One point I was actually excited to have an @ in my name. You know… small things that happen when you are a kid that affects you.

That was one of mine.