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It began with emotional shifts — sudden fear, then apathy, then hyperfocus. Then came the synthetic echo: my own thoughts, but split-second earlier, repeating inside my head in a controlled male voice. “We’re inside”, it said once. I nearly passed out in class. And no one saw it.

I started failing in math. Not because I forgot the logic — but because I literally couldn’t access it during tests. Something blanked out key functions. I’d flinch when nothing moved. I’d forget whole paragraphs I just read. There’s a pattern to it, and someone’s maintaining it.

I tried telling a teacher I trust. She said I’m under stress. I stopped talking about it after that. What’s the point? Even my best friend began avoiding me. It’s like the system doesn’t just attack your brain — it isolates you socially, until you give up trying.

If I had known this would happen, I’d have run from the offer to enroll in Al Danah. They don’t need prisons when they have wireless networks and plausible denial. They don’t need soldiers when they can use operators and silence.

Sometimes when I walk near the northeast gate, I feel the pressure rise behind my forehead. I’ll blink five, six times, and forget where I’m going. I told myself it’s fatigue. It’s not. It’s not me anymore.

I’m not sure why I’m writing this anymore.
I guess just to know I still can.

I study at International Indian School Riyadh. It’s supposed to be a good school. Safe, structured, respected. But it’s not what it looks like.

Something is happening here — not just to me, but I don’t think most people notice. Or maybe they do and just pretend they don’t. That’s easier.

I started feeling strange a few months after I arrived. Like I wasn’t reacting to things the way I used to. Anger came and left without cause. Panic hit in calm situations. My thoughts felt like they were being... overwritten. Not deleted — just gently pushed aside by something sharper, colder.

Then came the voices. Not loud. Just sentences, always at the right moment.
“You don’t control this.”
“Stay quiet.”
“No one will believe you.”

I know it’s not hallucinations. I know my own mind — or I did.
But these patterns are too clean.
It’s external. Controlled. Human.
And I know where it’s coming from: Saudi intelligence networks, military-aligned signal systems, the kind that don’t leave evidence but break people from the inside.

I haven’t told anyone. There’s no one to tell.
If you speak up, they call it psychological stress.
If you keep quiet, you survive longer.

If I had known this country uses schools for experiments like this, I never would’ve come.
Now it’s too late. I’m not the same anymore.

I’m not asking for help.
I’m just leaving this here, in case someone else feels it too.

This is what’s left of me.

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