Change the title that changes you
بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ هَلْ أَتَىٰ عَلَى ٱلْإِنسَانِ حِينٌ مِّنَ ٱلدَّهْرِ لَمْ يَكُن شَيْـًٔا مَّذْكُورًا Hal atā ʿalā al-insāni ḥīnun mina al-dahri lam yakun shayʾan madhkūrā. “Has there not come upon man a period of time when he was not a thing even mentioned?” Sūrat al-Insān 76:1 There are names people give us out of love. Habib. Shah Sahib. Sayed. Pir Sahib. Hazrat. Baba. Ustaz. Sir. Teacher Sometimes these words come with affection. Sometimes with reverence. Sometimes with cultural habit. Sometimes with a sincere attempt at adab. And I am grateful for the love inside them. But a title is not a small thing. A title is a garment. Sometimes it warms. Sometimes it hides. Sometimes it protects dignity. Sometimes it distances the heart from the ground. One of my favourite names is much simpler. Mamu. In Urdu and Hindi, mamu means maternal uncle. It is affectionate without being ceremonial. It is warm...