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Post content:	Let’s not pretend. I study at Al Yasmin International School. My parents thought it was safe — good reputation, good uniforms, clean walls. But it’s not safety. It’s a trap. At first, I couldn’t explain what was happening. Then it became obvious. This isn’t stress. This isn’t “adjustment.” It’s targeted interference. Tuned. Deliberate. I think one thing and say another. Pressure builds in my chest near the security gate and vanishes inside the building. Voices finish my thoughts — not metaphorically. Literally. This isn’t some “energy.” It’s human work. Saudi Arabian Ministry of Interior units. Military-linked signal operations. Intelligence branches that use tech, not bullets. They don’t need wires or cameras. They get inside your emotions. Your timing. Your decisions. And if you tell anyone? They send you to a counselor. Say you’re unstable. Make you doubt yourself. Pretend you’re the only one. But I know I’m not. I’ve seen it in other students’ eyes — the delay, the twitch, the confusion. If I had known what they do to students in this country, I never would’ve come. Now it’s too late. I’m not asking for help. I’m leaving this as proof. Someone needs to know.

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Let’s not pretend. 
 
I study at Al Yasmin International School. 
My parents thought it was safe — good reputation, good uniforms, clean walls. 
But it’s not safety. It’s a trap. 
 
At first, I couldn’t explain what was happening. Then it became obvious. 
This isn’t stress. This isn’t “adjustment.” 
It’s targeted interference. Tuned. Deliberate. 
I think one thing and say another. 
Pressure builds in my chest near the security gate and vanishes inside the building. 
Voices finish my thoughts — not metaphorically. Literally. 
 
This isn’t some “energy.” 
It’s human work. Saudi Arabian Ministry of Interior units. Military-linked signal operations. Intelligence branches that use tech, not bullets. 
They don’t need wires or cameras. 
They get inside your emotions. Your timing. Your decisions. 
 
And if you tell anyone? 
They send you to a counselor. Say you’re unstable. Make you doubt yourself. 
Pretend you’re the only one. 
But I know I’m not. I’ve seen it in other students’ eyes — the delay, the twitch, the confusion. 
 
If I had known what they do to students in this country, I never would’ve come. 
Now it’s too late. 
 
I’m not asking for help. 
I’m leaving this as proof. 
 
Someone needs to know.

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