Definition Essay: Why I Pronounce My Name

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My Name

In Arabic my name means intuition and inspiration. At school, it means that no one can pronounce it correctly. Whenever someone meets me for the first time and they try to pronounce my name, they completely butcher it.I used to be really mad when someone would mispronounce my name. I gave off sassy vibes. Ilham is two syllables, if you say it quickly you can usually pronounce my name right. I am happy that I don’t have a common name like Sarah or Sydney. That would be a struggle.

The name Ilham was my aunt's name. She always had her hair in pincurls, she was a sweet lady. It was passed onto me because she was the sweetest person in the world and she helped my parents out with a lot of things. I’m sure she was busy a lot of the
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Usually people ask if I have a nickname or if they can completely mispronounce my name all the time. I used to be extremely annoyed with people mispronouncing my name, but when literally no one can get it right you get tired and give in.

It’s fitting that I didn’t get one of those weird nicknames and just kept my name and stuck with it. Throughout my life, I know people will mispronounce my name but I don’t even care. There are the few people that can actually say it right, and when those people come around I will stick around with
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I have sweaty hands so I feel a little insecure when I have to shake a person’s hand. My hands are soft,because they haven’t been exposed to much labor. I have many scars on my arms, when I was younger I had a weird hobby of ripping scabs and making another scab that had to be the same size. Now that I think about it, I was by far the weirdest kid ever. I don’t know how I managed to conceal that side of me growing up.

My older sister Ikram has short stubby hands. Her hands are rough and thick. Her arms are long but pudgy. Ikram is always worrying, maybe that’s why her hands are rough. When we were younger my sister was obsessed with cleaning. She always cleaned the whole house and was constantly doing laundry. She has always helped my parents with anything.

My mom has the hands of a baby. She is a hard worker, but she still has baby soft hands. My mom is a little carefree and tries not to worry so much. Her hands are a little wide. But at the same time their are long. She always tells me re hands are almost exactly alike. Although I never seem to see