At first, I thought it was just stress. New place, new faces, unfamiliar rules — maybe I was just tired. But after some time at New Middle East International School, things started happening that I couldn’t 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 wasn’t nervous. It felt like someone else was inside me, just slightly ahead.
The worst part is when my memory skips. I’ll look at the board, then at my notebook, and realize I missed everything in between. It’s not zoning out. It’s like I was temporarily switched off. Sometimes I hear quiet phrases, like whispers in my own thinking — short, controlled, male voices: “You’ll get used to it.” “No one believes the quiet ones.” They come and go. But they feel placed.
I now believe this isn’t my imagination. I’m being interfered with — directly, intentionally. Saudi Arabia’s internal security services, along with military-grade electronic units operating through telecom-linked infrastructure, are testing something on students like me. They don’t leave bruises. They don’t 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 don’t know how far this will go.
