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  • The facts that my name is Mahshad Eslami clearly reveals my Middle-Eastern origin. My pale skin sometimes surprises people "Really? And why are you so WHITE?". I explain that the climate in Iran is different, for example, from some other Middle-Eastern country like Saudi Arabia or Morocco (if we want to consider North Africa as Middle East). So I am the girl who was born in Italy, of Persian origin, with pale skin.

    I like punk rock music, I liked it more when I was an adolescent (maybe I'm still an out-of-time adolescent). There was a song of the Ramones, Sheena Is A Punk Rocker, which we used to listen and sing in the car with some friends. Soon "MaSheena" became my nickname. It still is my nickname, everyone calls me so because in Italian it is even a diminituve. I don't like it so much, but it still is my name on Facebook.

    On Facebook, my surname is Keel. It is the slightly modified surname of a Death Note's manga character, Mihael Keehl, known as Mello. I liked him because he was nervous, turbid, he loved chocholate and eventually he contributed to the "triumph of justice". I dropped the H of Keehl because my name already had enough H.

    So I am Mahshad Eslami, born in Rome in 1990, a girl who loves manga and punk rock. I like mini skirts and the color of mustard. I can see through that mirror just the color of the blouse I was wearing. My face and the rest of me is not clear.

    Does my name show who I am? Am I just the manifestation of my parents provenience and their choices about my first name? My mother wanted to call me Golnar, then a friend said "Golnar is so banal, Mahshad is cooler and it's not a common name!". So, actually, my name represents just the eclectism of that old friend of my mother. That has nothing to do with me.

    I used to think that I am my name, my clothes, my beliefs, my tastes, my dreams. But now I think these are just the reflections of me on an imperfect mirror, where the only recognizable thing is a mustard stain.
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