My name was Yusuf. I had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday. Life for me as a Muslim young man was complicated by the fact that I felt like a girl inside. Islam worldwide did not look kindly on those who wanted to change their gender. I lived in the Muslim quarter of the old city of Jerusalem. There was an old place in the quarter that was called the pool of Bethesda. It was discovered in the late 1800s and had been an archaeological dig ever since.