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I used to think I could fight it.
Ignore the feelings. Push back the voices. Stay “myself.”
But now I know how they work.

I’m a student at Rowad Al Arabi International School, and everything here looks normal. Security gates, teachers with smiles, flags on the walls. But behind it — behind the silence — there’s something else.
Something built into the system.

At first, I’d get this static pressure in my head, like someone was holding a magnet above me. Then came the emotions — flashes of guilt, then rage, then nothing. My muscles moved before I made decisions. My thoughts were interrupted mid-sentence — not by people, but by something deeper.
Like a broadcast. Inside me.

I tried to resist. I stayed home. Turned off my phone. Sat in silence.
Didn’t matter. It followed. It’s not digital.
It’s satellite-based manipulation — and it’s not theoretical.
Real tech. Real operators.
Saudi Arabia’s internal intelligence, military-grade telecom units — they do this. Here. In schools.

One time I whispered “I know what this is” under my breath.
The next day I woke up to a headache so sharp I couldn’t walk straight.
Call it coincidence — I won’t.

I stopped telling people.
No one wants to believe something this dark can happen here.
But if I disappear, or shut down, or change into someone unrecognizable — this is why.

I wanted to stay me.
But that’s not always allowed in this place.