I like to be dominated by women, occasionally I hook up with guys and I am actually a Muslim man born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Does that surprise you? My name is Mohammed Abdul-Hafiz and I moved from my hometown of Jeddah City to metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario in the summer of 2011. I've been living in the Canadian capital ever since, and started to think of it as home. I can't go back to Saudi Arabia, especially after my father Karim Abdul-Hafiz found out about certain vices I indulged in while living in the West and decided to cut me out of my inheritance. That's good news for my younger brother Ali, I guess. The bastard finally has me out of the way and will inherit our family's millions when dad dies. Oh, well.
When one door closes, another one opens, that's how the popular saying goes, right? I've built an interesting life for myself here in Canada. I'm studying business administration at Carleton University, and I've made a lot of friends there. I surprised a lot of people by joining the group African Students United instead of the Islamic Students Association because, as a citizen of Saudi Arabia, I was expected to involved with all things Islamic. Since moving to Canada, I have changed so much. I still believe in Allah the one True God and follow the teachings of the Prophet Muhammad, but I find myself questioning a lot of things that go on in Muslim communities.
Living in Canada has definitely opened my eyes to a lot of things which I never questioned before. I'm from a place where women cannot drive, where a man has power of life and death over his wife and household, and where no female can leave the house without a burka on or being accompanied by a male relative as her escort. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia makes places like Jordan and Qatar look like the United States of America by comparison. We're the most conservative nation in the world. For most of my life, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia was my home. I was born on February 7, 1989 in a villa on the outskirts of Jeddah City to Karim Abdul-Hafiz, a multimillionaire Saudi businessman and Fatima Kader, a Somali servant.
A lot of wealthy Saudi men sire offspring with the Filipino, Somali and Indian female servants attached to their households. My father was different in that he was quite generous with my mother and myself. He acknowledged me as his son, granted me Saudi citizenship and even put me in his will. My father's love for my mother, a black woman from Somalia, was uncommon in Saudi society back in those days. The Arabs are the most racist people in the world. They hate blacks and look down on them, even though lots of Africans follow Islam. My father had another son, my younger brother Ali, whom he begat from Ceylin, a Turkish woman whom he married. Under Saudi law, the eldest male offspring stands to inherit the bulk of a man's wealth. Ali's mother Ceylin was incensed when I was born a few months before him, or so I've been told by various people in my father's house.
Can you imagine? My father Kasim is one of the most powerful Clerics in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and he's also a good friend of the Great King Abdullah himself. For him to name a half black, half Arab lad like myself the heir to his fortune was unprecedented. All the other women in the Abdul-Hafiz household were jealous of my mother, especially Ceylin and her son Ali. When I turned eighteen, my father asked me what I wanted to do with my life. The sky's the limit, he promised me. I considered that before giving him answer. I had always been fascinated with western society, like most Saudis I know, and I told him I wanted to study abroad.
