In this round, we are focusing on the search of our identity. What is the word identity mean? Identity is the fact of what created myself as me, and where I am from. Throughout the lesson, I had identified myself and what had my parents passed to me ( Gene and skills that they have ). Out of that everyone needs to know the meaning of their name and why their parents named that for them. For me, in Khmer, my name means gold or jewelry, in Chinese it means Golden flower. My name came from Chinese, which named by my grandmother because she is Chinese. My grandmother named me Kimhor, because Golden flower refers to peace, fresh and happy. Also, She wants other people loves and likes me, not to hate me, and wants people to show their feeling of love to the beauty of the flower, which prefer to me. Also, she wants to feel everyone in the same branch of the tree. Some Cambodian kids, they said that my name is open my mouth to let insect get in. They said that because Hor in Khmer means open, so they connected the word open the mouth. Even though they said that, but I am not angry with them, because my name is Kimhor, not Hor, and they will understand the meaning of my name after they dig deeply into the strong roots.
All in All, I feel that my name is the sunshine of my life and my grandmother, so I don’t want to change the most important and unique that the hope of my grandmother gives it to me. Thanks to my grandmother for giving me this Golden flower, and meaningful to this little tree to see, while this little tree grows big, and how this tree will change of where this tree grow and develop his branch as big as he can.
Not just understand by understanding the meaning of our name, we also learned about where we are from, and describe the ideas of what we are thinking that describe where we are from. Out of that lesson, I had written a poem about where I am from, inspired by George Ella Lyon.
I am from the milk of the porridge
From the salty of the ocean and the sleep of soft cotton.
I am from the big rectangle of heaven
From the lives under the sunshine, and the noisy dropping water from the sky.
I am from the beauty of the very big and tall green giant hair, the mangoes tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I ‘m from the Chinese tradition and dirt clean of the mess
From old root and branches.
I’m from my lovely old less beef
From the strong black tasty coffee and the rainbow makeup
I’m from the ghost and the pessimistic of the story stereotypes
From the beautiful kid songs in the church.
I’m from the advice of old tradition
I’m from the hand of people speed to survive and famous Angkor wat of world history.
From the green large view of people life and from the smelly delicious Brohuk
From the strongness of my grandmother, facing the sharp weapon try hard to grow family tree up.
From the old picture of having a struggle, and the hot heat of pushing this family to fight the difficult moments.
I’m from the strong roots with happiness to have these great moments for this lovely family to stand up high.
Every wonderful and atrocious moment in my life is where I am from
By: Kimhor Bun
Finally, I hope you had known something about my background, hopefully from this text might inspire some of you to learn and understand more about your identity.