An amazingly empowering simple story that breathes pride and beauty in to names and our identities. The 40 pages are a celebration of the rhythm of our names and the dreams and hopes that they contain for us. Perfect for kindergarten to second graders, readers of all ages will find something valuable in this book. Those with “common” names might reevaluate what their names mean or why they were so named, children with “unique” names will find the music and confidence to ask others to learn their name correctly, older kids might reconsider shortened nick names, and we all inshaAllah will make more of an effort to get people’s names pronounced right.
A little girl has had an awful first day of school. As she stomps toward her mom at dismissal. No one could say her name. Not even the teacher, it got stuck in her throat. Her mom gently reminds her stomping is only for dancing, and tells her that her name is a song.
The little girl is skeptical, but as they say people’s names on their way home, and find the magic and rhythm and beat in each one, they address the horrible things that have happened to the girl that day regarding her name. At lunch girls pretended to choke on her name, and later one boy said her name was scary, some even tell her, her name sounds made up.
Her mother explains that some names come from deep in the heart, not the throat and cannot be choked on, that names are fire and strong, and that names are made from the sky when our real names were stolen and so new ones have to be dreamed.
All the way home they go through names, diverse names, beautiful names. The next day she doesn’t want to go to school, but she has a song to teach. When her teacher starts calling out names, the little girl starts tapping the rhythm, when Ms. Anderson starts to struggle on the little girl’s name, she starts to sing it. She explains that her name is a song, and that she will teach it to them. The other children then ask her to sing their names. And with a smile on her face, it is music to Kora-Jalimuso’s ears.
I love that there are three pages of the names mentioned in the story and their origins and meanings listed. I also like that the little girl’s name is not revealed until the end. The pronunciation of the names is in the text, all of them, even Bob. And when I read the name Trayvon, I felt an added weight of saying people’s names, breathing them into our lives and not forgetting them.
The family could be Muslim based on the mom’s head wrap. The author is Muslim and there are Arabic and Islamic names included in the story.