There’s a story behind my name. My mother went to the hospital for pregnancy check-ups and she was told I was going to be a boy. She cried day and night, why? She didn’t want a boy. My birth day came and she was surprised that she was giving birth to a baby girl. My name means ‘beautiful accepted prayer’. My name means ‘positive, beautiful and accepted’. That is why I associate everything positive and beautiful with my name.

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