Say my name, say my name.

I’ve felt my name and names said again and again over the past weeks.

It was given in trust and betrayed without responsibility or regard to the realities we carry or the contexts of our worlds.

What’s in a name?

People have built identities, careers and lives using my name.

Often not in the best way.

Others whisper it.

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وَيْلٌۭ لِّكُلِّ هُمَزَةٍۢ لُّمَزَةٍ

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Some print it.

Without regard, or responsibility.

3 cups, 2 bottles, 1 car door, all in a day, and a small price.

فِدْوَة

Happy Father’s day to all of you building your names and futures, and peace & blessings لِلْمَرْحُومِين.

🧿

مُصْطَفَى.