My Name

 

I have very mixed feelings about my name. For starters, I hate my first name. My parents thought it was unique, but honestly? It’s just... weird. Sure, I’ve rarely met anyone with the same name, but wow, did I get teased for it as a kid. It sounds like a boy’s name. Plus, in English, it can mean something totally bizarre. I get that my parents had beautiful dua when they chose it—but yeah, sorry, I still hate it.

Now, my second name? Obsessed. It’s genuinely pretty. My parents weren’t wrong about it being unique—I've never met another person with the same name. Plus, it gives off major main-character energy. If you’ve never met me, I bet you could already picture my whole vibe just from hearing it.

It’s Qintha. With a Q. 😎 Because I was destined to be a little extra from birth.

So, here I am—stuck with a name combo that’s half cringe, half iconic. I guess it’s kind of poetic. Like, my first name reminds me to stay humble, and my second name lets me walk into a room with an anti-mainstream / quirky / still girlish vibe.

Then again, names don’t define you. You define them. 

(Writer's note: Sorry to start the year with such random post)