My mother blushed and admitted her baby's real name to the group. her mother­ in-law had recently died, she apologized, and her husband had insisted that the first daughter be named after his mother, mauran. my mother thought it the ugliest name she had ever heard, and she talked my father into what she believed was an improvement, a combination of mauran and her own mother’s name, felicia. “her name is mao-ree-shee-ah,” my mother said to the group of women. “why, that’s a beautiful name,” the new mothers cried. “moor-ee-sha, moor-ee-sha,” they cooed into the pink blanket. moor-ee-sha it was when we returned to the states eleven years later. sometimes, american tongues found even that mispronunciation tough to say and called her maria or marsha or maudy from her nickname maury. i pitied her. what an awful name to have to transport across borders! which main idea is conveyed in this passage? a name can keep an individual from fitting into a new culture. a name has no influence on an individual’s identity. a name can connect an individual with her family and culture. a name determines an individual’s entire existence.