When I was younger, I was really in love with two names for boys: Mustafa and Hamza.
When my younger twin brothers were born, I begged mom to name them that. When she didn’t, I made a vow at 13, that I would either marry a guy with that name, or give my future sons that name.
It’s something that has stayed with me as a constant throughout these years.
One day. Idk. But one day.
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