People Are Sharing What It's Like Growing Up With A 'Weird' Name And It's Hilarious

I’m 30 years old. My name is Mustafa. Until before 1994 and the release of The Lion King, few people got my name wrong. Now, everyone calls me “Mufasa” before finally getting my name right. It’s fine, it doesn’t bother me. Not like my name existed over 1,400 years ago before the release of that children’s film.


Some of the responses to my name aren’t as innocuous. Years ago, while waiting in Port Authority watching a movie on my phone, someone tapped me on my shoulder. I took my headphones out because it was a pleasant looking young woman with a smile on her face. She asked me what I was watching, how I was able to watch movies on a phone (this was when the Netflix beta app was still a relatively new thing) and when it got to the bit where she asked me my name and I told her, her face completely changed. She got belligerent, asked me where my parents were from, and when I told her Albania, she said with a challenge, “Well I’m Serbian.” Which didn’t really bother me, but she was horrified and got up and left.

In case you don’t know the bad blood between the two countries, here’s a photograph from their Eurocup 2016 qualifier match.


I’m not the only person with a “weird” name, though, so I can’t act like no one else in the world has experienced some unusual social situations for a decision their parents made.

Now, with Twitter sharing their own #GrowingUpWithMyName stories, I can feel like less of a freak.

Roll call was a nightmare.

Celebrities ruin everything.

This is why I drink Pepsi.

Pretty much my life in a nutshell.


A for effort.

No words.

Goddamn, Disney.

And Pixar.

His music isn’t all that anyway, bro.

The madness.

Don’t feel too bad, they f*ck up “John” half the time too.


School was the worst.

My man.

But there’s always a shining star.

And that just makes your day that, much, better.

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