Now, a name is a very important piece of who a person is. It’s how others identify a particular person and in some cultures signify that person’s personality and abilities. For example when my wife and I named our children we spent many days and even months thinking of an appropriate name for our children. We scavenged the history of our ancestors and thought how to instill a sense of importance in our children. We wanted them to be able to think of their names and what it meant to be called by a particular name. We chose to name our children after their grandparents and great grandparents so they could always remember their heritage.
In the case of young man, his name had great significance as well. Regrettably, unknown to him. You see, he had been raised by a distant great uncle, Fredrick Gulliver, who had no contact with young man’s parents other than one time at a family get together. While young man’s father, Jeremiah Sorentino, and Fredrick gambled a bet had been wagered that changed the course of young man’s life forever. Fredrick lost the bet.
Now one could debate for seconds or even minutes the outcome and if the change was good or bad, but really let’s not at this time.
Anyway, Jeremiah wagered the family house and Fredrick wagered raising young man. Now, before you go judging young man’s parents you must understand that the family farm really wasn’t all that significant in fact I wouldn’t call it a farm at all other than just to say that and Fredrick’s wealth and influence was vast. When I say vast I mean really vast like space is vast. Jeremiah saw the vastness of wealth as well and saw this as an opportunity for young man to have a much… much better life than he otherwise would have.
Anyway, due to the fact that young man had been very young at the time of the wager his parents never had the opportunity to speak to him the meaning behind his name. So, as young man stood on the steps of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before he fumbled with giving his name, because he did not see the importance of his name and to be honest in that moment quite embarrassed of it.
Alex tapped her foot and squinted down at young man more intensely, hoping this would prompt him. When it seemed nothing would exit young man’s mouth she threw her arms in the air and turned on her heels. “Musaafir,” said Musaafir.
Alex stopped mid turn and turned back to look at Musaafir. “What was that?”
“Musaafir is my name. I have no idea what it means or why my parents gave it to me but that’s my name.”
Now I wonder at how many of you can figure out what Musaafir means and from what language it comes from. If you do find out comment below! Please just one little comment to reward a writer’s hard work. Please, please. I mean I’m on my knees begging right now…. Oh I mean I’m not desperate. Not me, not at all.