Dear August-Khalil-Ibrahim, woman according to your profile pic, but bearer of the highly esteemed male names of a Roman emperor, an extended family listening to the name ‘friend’, and a son of Muhamed: you have given me a beautiful present I do not deserve, but gratefully accept. I love (s)word play and absurdism. And raspberries too. That is why I am a dedicated follower of Allan Ishac and Steven Rouach. They are my trampolines. They make me want to jump, make me jump, make me.
I am sorry you are afraid to read the words you once learned backwards because they remember you of the words you once learned backwards. I will soon try to publicize a new refurbished song from the priceless American Songbook. I hope you didn’t have to learn the words ‘skin my under you got I’.
Did you ever read your mystical name backwards? It is beautiful too and sounds more female: Miharbi Lilahk Tsugua. It means ‘she who owned a lilac tree on a Pacific island’, I think.