Ello My name is Mohd Arfa. I'll be telling you about my history, myself, and so fourth. Let's start at the beginning shall we.


Well let me think. That was a long time ago. I believe I was born somewhere. When I was like 4 or 5, i started pre-school, i didn't if i could socialize with other kids. Low and behold I could.


Then well life goes on and here I am today. I look like... ummm… well... I'm not 6 feet tall, black eyes. My hair is natural, but really black; it's kinda short. Sometimes I'll have my glasses on. I dress kind of different. 


Personally I know I'm a pretty shy person, but once you get to know me, I'm pretty funny, nice, and so on. I play squash. I've been playing since the sixth grade. I'm not all that good, but I don't suck either. I don't play video games. 


I recently sent a long and detailed email to an old friend. I was drunk at the time of the writing. The Subject line and theme of the note, which I went on to attempt to substantiate, was “I am pretty sure that I am God.” If you notice, I qualified the statement with ‘pretty sure,’ leaving myself an out. In the email I said that all prayers could be sent to me and that, if I heard them, I would most assuredly answer them. Again, I had an easy out. Maybe I just hadn’t heard that particular prayer.


At any rate, I learned a few things about myself that night.
1. I have tendencies towards egomania
2. I should not send emails when I drink (or better yet, should not drink)
3. I am, most probably, not God


What started my thought process that night was that, and I do believe this, there is a spark of divinity in all of us. We are all spiritual creatures, placed in physical shells, the random packages that we call bodies.


There is a prayer that I pray every single day. It’s short and sweet. It Goes “Dear God…” I feel you should start payers with ‘Dear God’, just seems appropriate. “Dear God” goes the prayer, “Please forgive me of my sins,”  you know that sin is BIG, so you must get that one out of the way first, in case you die before the end of the prayer. It goes on, “Please protect my health” this is to prevent death in the hours immediately following the prayer. Then it concludes “Please establish your will in my life.” This covers Gods will, another doozey for most religions. We are always quite concerned with the things that we want, but we should also be concerned with the greater good of all. 


...I was once caught in the women's restroom by accident. I had an emergent bowel condition and rushed into what I thought to be the correct, gender specific, facility. I had just sat down for the job, when two children entered the restroom. I should add that kids do not go into the bathroom to actually use the bathroom. They go in to play, to run the water, to press the hand dryer button repeatedly, and to make plans. They treat the stall as a boardroom or clubhouse, where extensive child related plans are laid out. 
As I listened to these children's antics, I noticed something strange about the voices. They were awfully high pitched. Why would little girls be in the men's room, I wondered. 
I was still focused on the task at hand when I cleared my throat. As I did, the children stopped talking. Then I heard whispering. That's when I became concerned. What if I was in the wrong place? Were there urinals? Had I distinctly seen urinals? I was starting to sweat. This could be bad. This could be very bad. It was winter and I had my coat hanging over the latch on the door. It covered the crack between the door so no one could see in. I moved the coat slightly. Peeking out I noticed two very effeminate boys. They were boys right?  When I finished, I really had no choice. I had to leave the stall. I stepped out, unafraid. I walked to the sink to wash my hands. 
"What are you doing in here," they asked in unison. Holy shit, these aregirls, I thought.
I felt queasy. What was I supposed to say, that I'm dumb? That I can't read signs on bathroom doors? That I'm from another country where unisex restrooms are the norm? My mind raced for a moment.
"I'm supposed to be here. I'm with public works, sanitation, the toilet bureau. They pay me to test these facilities." I said this in a very official tone.
"They pay you to poop?" one girl asked.
"Yes," I said, gravely serious, "everywhere I can."


By the way, I like paper. I don’t like killing trees and I do recycle... so yo to blogging =)