Your name, a noun or a personality?

Your name is who you are after all, but the name you were almost given also lurks inside of you...somewhere. I was almost named Mihret.

I don’t feel like a Mihret, because I don’t think mercy, kindness and love resonate with my life well. But somedays I do feel like a Mihret, when a minor misunderstanding happens between me and my mother and I let her take the upper hand because I don’t like arguing with her or being her enemy for a few minutes because suddenly my mind shifts to think of her as a child and how her sufferings were neglected and that’s why she projects, my heart gets the sudden urge to be an empath and ache for the adult she’s become. Also that gloomy Tuesday afternoon I overheard a very strong person crying because someone was unkind to her, do you know how much hurt it costs for a person with so much resilience to cry?

I felt like a Mihret that afternoon because I instantly fell on my knees and asked God to heal every heart I broke without intending to.

I feel so much like a Mihret when someone trips over something and my hands suddenly jerk their way needing to protect them. When I sense a protective mother in me ascending whenever I see parents hitting their children and making them feel less human.

Admitting I feel like a Mihret makes me feel less like her, I don't know where that leaves us.

Photo credit to Betelhem Tamrat.