Perhaps it is because of this event (the panel I mean) that I am having soon that I seem confused and don't know really whether I should write about it or not. Well, well, if you think my name is Shaimaa Zaher, that is true but it is not completely the whole truth; the other name is El Naggar; last year (this year) I used to say it with a stress on El, followed by a pause, then N"aggar, with a rising intonation after 'N'; making a dive, like a fish in a small bowl, looking at what I identify as 'Us' in New Cairo, my niece on the table having lunch, and my brother telling me that I have to take the bowl home because he will be away in Alexandria.
This week, a strange thing happened; I dropped my family name as I was introducing myself in a seminar at university. In a way, it was heart-breaking; I missed the image of my father stepping the platform with his stick or feeling his hands trembling as we cross the street in New Cairo.
But then, two days ago, I said it the same way as I used to, my name on ink and paper: bold font, on a research paper (twenty pages..!) in an important (that is how I see it) journal.
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And in those historical moments, I would like to thank my family for their support throughout, my supervisors, colleagues, lecturers and friends at Lancaster ...