I was laying down with her in our room, at the Mandi Villa – Ubud Bali. We were talking until 5 am. I knew her from online, couple years ago. I was at friend’s list of her boyfriend, suddenly she added me on hotmail cyrcle. Since that we are always keep in touch and became a closed friend. She is Indonesian, but she stays in Hongkong for her business. Its 2nd time we were in vacation together. I met her in Bali and she flight from Hongkong.

“I changed my name..” she said

“Really, why?” I looked at her

“I don’t like my old name. My dad gave me that, but I don’t like it. He gave me Arabic name. It doesn’t make sense for me, I am Indonesian. So I changed my name with Indonesian name.”


Reasonable. It’s like my name. I have Indonesian name for my first name, and Arabic name for the last name. I was asking my dad why he gave me that. He explained me very well, and the meaning of my name is very good, so I never complain about that.

“I changed my name when I was at elementary School. My teacher asked people in my class, who would change the name before graduation. So, some friends and I were so happy and changed our name.” she said.

“It was so funny, when my friend came to my house, they called me with my new name, and my parents were confused. I just came up and smiling. Until now, my friends call me with my new name, and my family are calling me with my old name.”

I was just smiling listening her story.

“What’s your name meaning? I asked

“Which one?” she asked


“I have no idea.. ” she said

“Why you don’t like it, if you dont know the meaning?” I asked

 She just raised her shoulder.

 “How about your birth certificate?” I asked

“I got my birth certificate when I was at Senior High School. I stayed at the Village, so we didn’t care about anything like that. “ She said

She was continuing her opinion about something she didn’t like in her family.

“I am not agree with Arabic language for prayer. My dad was teaching me how to pray with Arabic language. I was complaining about that. We are Indonesian, why we pray with Arabic language? I have some disagreed with my dad.”

“When I was a kid, I have some foods in my hand. Suddenly poor man came to my house and he asked food to my parents. My dad told me to give my food to poor man. Why I must give him my food? He was still healthy, he could find his own food.”

Regarding these I realized that sometimes parents gave lessons for their children without explanation. “Just do this. If not, it’s sin.”   Its like they asked children to pray without knowing the meaning of praying. In the end, children found themselves about God, praying, etc. Is it old style teaching ?

I have a nephew, he is 5 years old. He is always praying with Indonesian language. When his mum teach him to pray with Islam way (means : Arabic language), he asked his mum, “Why I must use this language, I don’t understand the meaning. I will use Indonesian language, God knows all languages”.

Then we would see speechless mum, if they have open minded children.#

24 thoughts on “I DONT LIKE MY OWN NAME

  1. My parents did tell me about some things…see reblog. First names in our family were chosen by Mom. Dad’s (John), mine (Jonathan) and Nathan’s all mean more-or-less the same in Hebrew….God is Gracious. Dad decided to choose our middle names….Everett, for me (a favorite uncle of his)…and Saunders, for Nate (There was a Nathan S. Caswell in each of the last 12 generations of Caswells). Oddly enough…Nate decided NOT to saddle his own kids with that tradition! 🙂


    • Always have a reason about names. My dad gave us name with 1 concept : first name is Javanese name, and last name Arabic name. We have no middle name. Now I always use my own name as first name (Risty) and my dad name in the middle “A” (Asrof) and last name is my Grandtaher name (Maskun). So I use Risty A Maskun. Hehehe. Btw, Nice to meet you and Thanks a lot for liking my posts.


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