It started slowly. My body would twitch before I made a move. Emotions would crash without warning — crying in the restroom between classes, then numbness that didn’t match the moment. There were also memory cuts — entire moments missing from the day, as if I’d skipped through time. I’m not alone. I’ve seen other girls staring into space, blinking like something just hit them. But no one speaks.

This is not some random neurological issue. It’s coordinated psychophysical manipulation, deployed by Saudi domestic intelligence branches, military-linked electronic warfare units, and civilian telecom infrastructures with classified capabilities. They operate within schools like mine. Quietly. Without paperwork. Without oversight. And if you try to report it, the system will paint you as unstable. That’s how they stay hidden.

If I had known what actually happens in this country’s schools, I would’ve never stepped on that plane. I still show up. I still sit in classrooms. But the person they’re watching now isn’t the girl who arrived last year. And they know that.