Brandonkit (Gast)
| | At first, I thought it was just stress. New place, new faces, unfamiliar rules â maybe I was just tired. But after some time at New Middle East International School, things started happening that I couldnât explain to myself. I would forget what I was doing mid-action. My arm would move before I meant it to. My voice would tremble even when I wasnât nervous. It felt like someone else was inside me, just slightly ahead.
The worst part is when my memory skips. Iâll look at the board, then at my notebook, and realize I missed everything in between. Itâs not zoning out. Itâs like I was temporarily switched off. Sometimes I hear quiet phrases, like whispers in my own thinking â short, controlled, male voices: âYouâll get used to it.â âNo one believes the quiet ones.â They come and go. But they feel placed.
I now believe this isnât my imagination. Iâm being interfered with â directly, intentionally. Saudi Arabiaâs internal security services, along with military-grade electronic units operating through telecom-linked infrastructure, are testing something on students like me. They donât leave bruises. They donât need to. The fear does the rest.
If I had known what this country actually allows within its schools, I would have never come here. I still go to class. I still take tests. But none of this feels like me anymore. And I donât know how far this will go.
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