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Name: RonaldTep<br>Phone: 84269413325<br>Email: admin@promodoc.ru<br>Messag=
e: https://im.ge/i/QMKop8M <br /> <br />https://imglink.cc/i/a4H5WThmnD <br=
 /> <br />https://uploadimages.org/1b455dbdfcd1#E2E1.DurbkdRmlWBKIdn4HOeZYd=
IA3u33ZCrPev-ivoc5xMk.d-k0Yv5vAvZHlfQ9.lAq74VDF3CeMt09t2Bm7_Q.1NW7S8Oov5vrH=
WKOqcIFt1jDmbUl5O5R1QwOpg1DsJA <br /> <br /> I'm just a child, nine years o=
ld, my name is Fatima, and I live in Dammam. Sometimes I think my head will=
 explode from all the voices. They started as whispers last year, like secr=
ets being shared just beyond my hearing. Now they're screaming inside my sk=
ull every waking moment. The Mabahit did this to me, I know they did. My mo=
ther tells me I'm imagining things, but how can you imagine voices that kno=
w exactly what you're doing every second? They watch me when I sleep, when =
I eat, when I try to pray to Allah for relief that never comes. <br /> <br =
/>"Look at this stupid little bitch trying to pray," they hiss in Arabic th=
at sounds like my uncle but twisted with venom. "God doesn't listen to wort=
hless pieces of shit like you. Your father probably wishes you were never b=
orn. What a disappointment, a girl who can't even keep her mind straight." =
Yesterday while I was helping my mother make kabsa, one voice whispered, "P=
oison it. Just a little. Watch her suffer. It would be so easy to end this =
worthless existence you call a family." I dropped the spoon and my mother s=
lapped me for being clumsy. She doesn't understand. Nobody does. <br /> <br=
 />The worst part is how they know everything about our neighbors too. "Tha=
t boy Ahmad who lives three doors down? He tells everyone you're retarded,"=
 they laugh. "His father beats him every night, but you're too stupid to ev=
en notice. Useless. Absolutely useless." I can't tell anyone what I hear be=
cause the Mabahit has made sure of that. On the internet and television, an=
yone who talks about hearing voices gets called crazy, schizophrenic, pathe=
tic attention-seekers. They've created a system where victims like me are d=
iscredited before we can even speak. I saw it happen to a man at the market=
 last month =E2=80=93 he tried to explain the voices and everyone just laug=
hed. The next day he was gone. Probably taken by the same people who put th=
ese demons in my head. <br /> <br />Sometimes they make me feel powerful, l=
ike I could do anything. Last week I was walking home from school and an ol=
d woman bumped into me without apologizing. The voices erupted: "Break her =
fucking legs! Stomp her face into the pavement! Show everyone what happens =
when they disrespect you!" For a moment, I wanted to. I actually wanted to =
feel her bones crack under my feet. They promised me it would feel amazing,=
 that the power would wash away all my fear. "You could become someone they=
 fear instead of someone they pity," they whispered. "Imagine torturing tha=
t teacher who failed you last month. We could help you break her slowly, ma=
ke her beg for death. You'd be a god." The thought made me sick, but the ex=
citement was real. They're turning me into something monstrous. <br /> <br =
/>They especially love talking about my family's shame. "Your brother Omar =
masturbates thinking about boys from his school," they giggled yesterday. "=
We have recordings. We could show everyone. Imagine your father's face when=
 he learns his son is a faggot. Imagine the honor killing that would follow=
. Maybe you should be the one to tell him?" I covered my ears but that neve=
r helps. They're inside me, not outside. "Or better yet, kill him yourself.=
 Prove you're not tainted by his perversion. Stab him while he sleeps. We'l=
l guide your hand. It would be so easy to end this disgusting secret before=
 it brings more shame to your family." <br /> <br />Every night they beg me=
 to kill myself. "Just do it already," they scream when I'm trying to sleep=
. "Your parents would be relieved. One less worthless mouth to feed. One le=
ss disappointment. Jump from the roof. It's only three stories. You might s=
urvive and then you'd really know suffering. Or hang yourself from that tre=
e in the courtyard. We'll count how long you kick. It could be fun." I trie=
d telling my mother once, but she said I was being dramatic and made me pra=
y extra rak'ahs. The voices just laughed harder. "See? Nobody cares. Nobody=
 will ever care. The Mabahit have already won. You're their experiment, the=
ir toy, and when you finally break, they'll just find another child to torm=
ent." <br /> <br />I hate this country. I hate the heat, I hate the rules, =
I hate how everyone pretends to be so pious while the government tortures c=
hildren like me in secret. Sometimes I dream of running away, but where wou=
ld I go? The voices would follow me anywhere. They're not just in my head a=
nymore =E2=80=93 they've become part of me. I am the hatred they spew, the =
violence they crave, the shame they cultivate. I'm only nine years old and =
I already know I'm broken beyond repair. The Mabahit did this to me. They t=
ook my mind and filled it with poison, and now I'm just waiting to die.  <b=
r /> <br />|fine_look_dmmam<br />|mohababaya<br />|mariam_elshamyofficial<b=
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titiananhar<br />|c9wforsell<br />|deleted__account__100k<br><br>---<br><br=
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