Well not all of it but, since I was in the first grade, when I had my first Jewish teacher of memory, I was told that it is Yiddish for pretty. They used to call me things like Shayna Maidel or Shayna Punim; pretty girl or pretty face, respectively. Needless to say, people that know Yiddish or have cousins with the same name, want to know why or if I am Jewish. I am not, but I have coerced the honorary title.
So, I am making up nicknames, explaining the significance of my name, how I am so worthy, whatever the case may be. This guy starts working at my job. He is Arabic. On his first day of work he asks me if I know what my name means. I am like, yea, of course.
It means ugly in Arabic.
My life is a lie and I am utterly devastated.
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