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.