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I always think that name is one of the most important part of somebody. Name isn’t just about identity or something that other person would address us. Name is also the face, the landmark, and the pray which our parents whispered when they gave us our name.
When we meet someone new, our name is our face. Even if we never meet the person, we might have met the name of the person. What do you think about a guy named Angel if you actually don’t know him? I bet you’ll wondering his masculinity. You might not know that he’s actually a tough guy who works for the police, usually handles bad guys with his gun, and his real name is michaelANGELo. Perhaps his schoolmates bullied him and eventhough he’s not a student anymore, the name rests with him. See?
Our name is our landmark. Just by our name, people could know and or think who we are. Maybe we’re nobody. Maybe we’re somebody. Or maybe we’re somebody else. Until now I never met Samuel Mulia, the columnist of Kompas Newspaper. Maybe if one day I passed him on the road, I wouldn’t notice him. But if someone mentioned his name randomly, I surely would notice it. I would think about his columns and the great impacts of his writing on my every sunday morning.
According to my parent’s belief, the name of the kid reflects what did the parents hope the kid would grow up to be in the future. The name is the pray. That’s why parents should think real hard about their kid’s name. Even better if the name has deep meaning. No one could carelessly gives name for a kid. I believe you’ll never wanted to grow up if your name is… Gengis Khan for example.
My name consists of 3 words, my first name, middle name, and the last name that happened to my family name. It’s not a real family name though. My last name is the abbreviation from my parents’ name. It somewhat became like a name of a clan (my friend told me this phrase) because my brother and sister also have this last-name-but-not-family-name. But lets not talk about it.
The first time I curious about the meaning of my name was long time ago, when I was in elementary school. I remember my teacher asked the students what were the meanings of our name. Some of us knew, some of us didn’t. Then she said:
“How could you carry something with you where ever you go if you don’t know what it is, what it really means?”
Ha! A very deep thoughts for elementary students but yeah.. she really got me. After school, I immediately asked my mother about it. Her answer about my middle and last name did satisfy me. But not with my first name. She said that it was just kind of a name for a girl. If only I could accept that kind of answer..
A friend of my father told me that in Bataknese Nadia means “which one”, in Bahasa it would be “yang mana”. Of course I also didn’t satisfy with this meaning. How could parents ask “which one” to their kid. What does that mean anyway? That my parents don’t know which one is their daughter? Brr..
Yesterday my friend gave me 2 versions which might be the origins of my name:
1. Надя (Nadya)
Short from Надежда (Nadezhda). In Russian it means hope.
It’s Arabbian and it means moist, tender, and delicate.
There! That’s what I called as the deep meaning of a name. Hehe 🙂