Recently I became a Turkish Citizen as you may have already read about and when I applied for my Turkish Citizenship I decided to change my name to my Turkish Name. The main reason behind of this is because my full name was making life very complicated.
Many of us end up with Turkish names, some because they have converted to Islam and decide to change their name and others because their families have problems pronouncing their Name and so get re-named something easier.
I on the other hand got my name for a whole different reason………
I met my husband on holiday and one day when I was sitting on the beach he came a long with a toy donkey. I was baffled at the time why he would give me a donkey. Was it the cloestes thing he could get to a horse, know my love of horses or was it because be stubborn and had been very stubborn about dating my husband? Still I couldn’t put my finger on it and I just knew there was some hidden meaning or joke.
Not long after that day we travelled to meet my husbands family, I was intorduced and the conversation was flowing, well when I meaning flowing I was smiling like an idiot trying to make some sense out of what was being said around me.
After a little while of listening I understood they were actually all chatting in Kurdish, not that I knew any Turkish at the time so it wouldn’t have helped me either way.
Then my Mother in Law for whatever reason asked again what my name was and it was repeated that it was Kerry.
At that she gasped and I sat wondering why my name was causing such concern. I looked at my now husband for an explanation and he said that my name had a different meaning in Kurdish.
I asked him what it meant and he said it didn’t matter, but by the look on my Mother in Laws face it did matter.
So I attempted again to prise the information out of my husband. Who eventually told me that my name in Kurdish actually means Donkey!
Well I sat for a moment and began to smile suddenly the significance of the Donkey from the day on the beach became clear to me it had a been is little private joke to me, something he was obviously hoping I would never find out.
I of course was not insulted how could I be, it was funny and plus I do love horses and I am stubborn so being a donkey kind of suits me.
But still my Mother in Law was unhappy, so the family sat trying to work out a new name for me. They went through a few and some I am glad to say I wasn’t named.
In the end she decided I was to be re-named Bahar, meaning Spring, because of the colour of my eyes which are grey/green.
Now when I visit my in-laws instead of just Bahar, I get Kerry Bahar, which translated means Spring Donkey.
So that is the story of how my Turkish/Kurdish name came about.
Do you have a Turkish name? How did yours come about?
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