there’s something beautiful about given names. Soemthin serious + profound. Before you were anything more than a inscrutable wriggling being, you were described - named. In a land where we are what we do, the given name is holy, for it was ours, it was for us, a gift, unsought. though the details of it might have taken a while to crystallize, a name was to be ours before we even drew breath —-(inspired by seeing a girl named ‘zoya’ on instagram. the sister of a girl w a smile as kind as it was wide)