Note · May 8, 2026
I have been called four different names in my life. Kashaan, Zeeshan, Waqas, and finally Waqas Khan Pitafi. The first three were my parents trying to give me something that worked. The fourth was when family naming convention caught up with me.
The names did not change my luck. The people who picked them, did.
If you spend your effort renaming a sick child three times because the elders told you a name might be the problem, you are not a superstitious family. You are a family that has not given up on the child.
That is the only kind of family worth coming from.
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