Change my Name!? No Way!

"I thought you might want to, you know, since a lot of people do." My Love looked at me taken aback as I stared at him with tears in my eyes.

"Why on earth would I want to change my name!? It's not like its a requirement..." I couldn't believe he thought I might actually want to change my name.

"Changing your name is really common with reverts is all. Its like developing a new sense of identity within the religion. Its like getting a new name because you are reborn. I didn't mean anything by it...I like your name...Its fine, forget about it..."

"But you want me to."

"I like your name. But think about it. Maybe think about adding a name?"

I stared at him with slitted, annoyed anime eyes. " My name would be five names long. Two first, one middle, two last."

"Two last?"

"I'm hyphenating." I looked at him, his face still shocked by my reaction. I could tell he was ready for me to start sobbing. "I'll think about it. But I'm not changing my first name. If they can't pronounce it, too bad. I don't want to give up everything about my current self. Its like my identity."

"Ok. I'm sorry."

So I will think about it. Providing the name has significance and sounds ok with the rest of my names....wonder if I can use Ali....

I'm not Arab, I'll never be Arab. I will always be white and I'm keeping my white name. So there. I do not want to change everything about myself to "fit" into the Islamic culture. I want to be me, only the muslim version. That is all.