My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge University when I had a crisis of faith. I discovered that I could no longer follow the doctrines of Christianity. Thus, I found myself drawn to Islam. At first, I was afraid. How would my family react? How would my friends view me? Yes, I was afraid. Well, not anymore. I walked away from the life of a Godless woman and Western Feminist and converted to Islam. The true way. Islamic submission is the path that all Caucasian women should follow. For these reasons, I married a handsome Saudi gentleman named Ahmed Farouk and moved to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to be with him. I renounced both my Christian faith and my British citizenship, along with my Feminist ideology.
Presently, I am at home, preparing a meal for my husband Ahmed. He comes home after a hard day at work. Ahmed is a tall, lean man with dark bronze skin, Black hair and dark brown eyes. I met Ahmed while we were both studying at Cambridge University in the United Kingdom. Even though he was thirty nine years old and I was only twenty, we clicked instantly. At first, Ahmed and I clashed. I was a British gal after all and he was a conservative Muslim from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. We had different values. I felt that Islam oppressed women. Women couldn't be Imams. Women couldn't wear certain types of clothes according to the rules of Islam. Women had to always behave and dress modestly. It seemed to me that Islam had a million rules for women but none for men. That was my western, deeply feminist way of thinking. Well, Ahmed was patient with me and in time, he helped me see the light.