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What is happening to me — and to other students — must be said clearly, without fear or ambiguity.

I attend Millennium International School in Riyadh. Like many international schools here, it presents an image of safety, academic excellence, and modern values.
But beneath that surface, a different reality exists — one that cannot be ignored any longer.

Over the past year, I have experienced repeated incidents of involuntary emotional shifts, mental interference, and physical sensations that have no medical explanation. These include sudden waves of panic or detachment, intrusive thoughts that seem externally generated, and moments when my own internal voice is no longer my own.
My memory has gaps. My body reacts before I choose to move.
These are not psychological disorders. They are symptoms of remote psychophysical manipulation.

The source is not theoretical. It is not speculative.
This is the work of operators linked to Saudi Arabia’s military infrastructure, electronic warfare teams, and domestic intelligence divisions.
It is happening inside schools. It is targeting students.
And it functions silently, beneath institutional denial and societal indifference.

Attempts to speak out are met with dismissal, isolation, or subtle threats.
Counselors suggest “adjustment stress.” Teachers look away.
No formal channel exists for reporting what cannot be admitted by the system itself.

If I had been told what this country truly does to young people behind closed doors, I would never have accepted the offer to study here.
I came to learn. Instead, I was placed under quiet control.

This is not imagination.
This is not paranoia.
This is an engineered assault on the human will.

Let this serve as a record.
Even if nothing changes — it must be said.

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Mother who is always present, whether in body or spirit, every day is your day, every day is a day of mothers.

Mother sice the first time I sav you, I was charmed by looking in your eyaes, and I know, the first time that the you gave, ,e. suck, my respiration was onde of the best feelings thtat arose in your life, mother step out of you, and always hope that I continue with you, because you do not get out of my heart.

Smiled with you, cried with you , i swear eternal love one that created me.

Thanks mon I'dont know how to say all you is in my life.

mother, you took care us much time that neither all the our live can to reconpense all effort that to mate us.