I dread telling people my nameI received an email from a friend 18 months ago that read,“Looks like you’ve been getting up to no valid in Iraq.” It was a joke, and it’s not the first one I’ve heard. In fact, or the fuss around my first name has been intense for about a year.
I always loved my name. When I was growing up in Devon in the 1990s,it seemed so special: nine out of 10 times when I introduced myself, I would catch a positive reaction and people would seek information from where it was from. I would tell them my parents stumbled upon it before realising the connection to the Egyptian goddess. I’ve never met anyone else called Isis before. It was what made me different.
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Source: theguardian.com