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: I don’t sleep like I used to. : Thoughts arrive before I form them. : Emotions fall apart mid-class. : Nothing fits. Not anymore. : : This is Ajialuna International School, Riyadh. : Nice walls. Clean halls. : But inside, it’s quiet violence. : You walk. You nod. You disappear. : : They interfere. : Not spirits. Not ideas. : Real operators. : From Saudi military-linked telecom systems. : From Interior Ministry electronic warfare arms. : From surveillance-linked intelligence departments. : They test things. : On us. : : Sometimes I forget how I got to my seat. : Sometimes I hear a voice saying, “We’re inside.” : Sometimes I think I’ve already been rewritten. : : I can’t tell my classmates. : I can’t tell the staff. : I can’t tell my parents. : I’ve tried. : : If I had known this would happen — : I would have never come here to learn. : I’m still here. : But not all of me.

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