This is a personal blog written from experience and metaphor, not doctrine or authority. It reflects how the world looks to me right now, not how it should look to others. Reading it is a choice, as is interpretation.
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I have many names.
Abdo, after my grandfather.
Abu Saleem (ibn Fatima), after my parents.
Muhammad.
Iskandar (Alexander) — the name I sign with.
Roumani (Roman) — my family name.
Rou — a name given to me by Kholoud.
Mani — a name given by Manar.
Manilein — a name given by my mother-in-law.
Hob (love), as Sarah has called me for the past ten years.
But truly, I am Damascus in bits — and I’m writing this Letter to Vienna.
I was born in October 1987.
My legal birthday, on my passport, is January 1, 1988.
Roumani Line 