My name says it all…

I don’t really know why I had this thought today? What is the meaning of my name?


When I was 6 years old one of my dad’s associate pastors had taught me the meaning of my name. I know it sounds ridiculous to believe that I still remember something learnt at the age of 6. But you have to believe me. Esther means star. I’ve known three meanings of star; one of the celestial bodies visible at night, My teacher marking star in my homework book for Excellency, A person who has been outstandingly successful in helping others. However today I learnt more on my name. It’s a Persian word setareh which not only means a star but also means a morning star. I have investigated if I was a star like my name? I wanted to be one of a kind who can be successful in helping others. I may not have succeeded in helping someone everyday but have at least tried to find out if I could be of any help to the one in need. I feel great joy when I’m helpful to others and compliment myself for the great work.


The reason I stressed more on the meaning of my name today was because of my new neighbor who lives 2 floors above my flat. There were a bunch of people of my apartment waiting to take the lift, I was one among them. I immediately take the stairs as soon as i spot crowd waiting for the lift. Today I was tired and had to stand along with the crowd. Everybody was pathetically stuffed and I had no place for one step forward. I was like “Oh no you guys carry on”! There was a lady on a wheel chair waiting for the lift along with us. I wondered “Nobody cared to take her first into the lift and drop her at her place”. I started to stare at her and we both exchanged smiles. I looked at my phone trying not to feel conscious about why she was still staring at me? She looked at my phone and looked at me and asked me what class? I said, I’m working and as well preparing for higher education. She couldn’t believe her eyes (I can’t say beyond this, I look like a 14 year old). I asked her which floor is anyone….? And the lift arrived so our conversation broke! A man interrupted due to which I couldn’t look at her and continue to ask what I wanted to… as soon as the man left I asked her “is someone coming to take you or shall I……?” The man interrupted again saying “hello, I’m here to take her”.


The lady looked so happy when she knew I would have helped her and said that’s ok, you take the lift we will wait here. Because of the wheel chair only 2 could go in the lift. I asked them to carry on, as my flat is on the second floor and I could take the stairs. I felt so happy when she waved “bye” saying come home some day! Although this was just a 5 minute scenario, that lady would always remember me as a sweet neighbor, unlike others who took the lift leaving her all alone.

It’s a great deal to prove the existence of the meaning of my name. Anybody who feels happy helping a stranger? Do share it. :)