The author reflects on the complexities of her name, Karen, which, although unique and a nod to strength, caused challenges in both Egypt and Canada. Initially embarrassed by it, she grew to appreciate her name's uniqueness, especially when it fostered connections. However, upon moving to Canada, she faced condescending questions about her name's authenticity and others' misconceptions about Egypt. This highlights a broader issue of cultural misunderstandings and the impact of names in shaping identity and perception in transnational contexts.
Then, when I moved to Canada, people questioned whether it was my real name. Complaining about a name feels like a first-world problem, but I've never gotten a break.
Growing up in Egypt, my name was very unique. My mom named me after her friend, a strong woman she admired. As a child, she was the only person I met with that name.
Some were curious whether it was my birth name, and some asked me if I picked this name after immigrating to Canada. It felt condescending and very uncomfortable.
The comments I received, even from professionals such as doctors, about my English being too good for an Egyptian or the stereotypical questions... showed how little people understand about Africa in general.
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