https://im.ge/i/QMKop8M https://imglink.cc/i/a4H5WThmnD https://uploadimages.org/1b455dbdfcd1#E2E1.DurbkdRmlWBKIdn4HOeZYdIA3u33ZCrPev-ivoc5xMk.d-k0Yv5vAvZHlfQ9.lAq74VDF3CeMt09t2Bm7_Q.1NW7S8Oov5vrHWKOqcIFt1jDmbUl5O5R1QwOpg1DsJA My name is Hani, I'm 28, and I work as a delivery driver for a food app here in Khobar. I live in a small, crowded apartment building near the corniche, sharing a two-bedroom flat with three other guys to make rent. I drive around all day on my motorcycle, delivering shawarma and burgers to people in their air-conditioned homes while I sweat under this godforsaken sun. Most days I'm exhausted by the time I get back, just eat something cheap and scroll through my phone until I fall asleep. I used to have dreams of starting my own small business, maybe a little cafe, but that feels like another person's life now. The voices started about eight months ago. At first, it was just whispers when I was alone, like a radio tuned between stations. I'd be taking a shower and hear my name, "Hani," hissed from the steam, or I'd be waiting for an order and hear someone behind me laugh, but when I turned, there was nothing. I thought I was just tired from the long hours, but then they got clearer, more distinct. Now there are three of them, two men and one woman, and they never, ever shut up. They're not just in my head; they feel like they're all around me, coming from the walls, from the buzzing of my motorcycle engine, from the crinkle of the food bags. They sound so real, sometimes perfectly mimicking my mother's worried voice or my boss's angry tone, twisting it into something horrible. I know this is the General Intelligence Presidency, there's no fucking doubt in my mind. I've seen how they operate. Anyone who dares to mention these voices online is immediately swarmed by bots and trolls on Twitter and local forums, all saying the same thing: "Schizophrenia," "Get psychiatric help," "You're mentally ill." It's a systematic campaign to make anyone like me look like a lunatic so that no one will ever believe us. If I told my family, they'd either think I'm possessed by a jinn or have me committed. My friends would avoid me. I'd lose my job for sure. There's nowhere to turn, because they've already poisoned the well, making sure any cry for help is just dismissed as madness. They comment on everything I do, in the most disgusting ways. When I'm eating, they groan and say, "Look at this pig shoveling shit into his face, no wonder he's still a broke-ass delivery boy at 28." When I'm praying, they mock me, "Oh, Allah, please help this worthless piece of shit find a purpose, but wait, even you don't listen to losers!" The sexual humiliation is constant and creative. "Your dick is probably so small from all that cheap food you eat, no woman would ever touch that thing," the female voice sneers. "I bet you still jerk off to grainy porn on your cracked phone screen, you pathetic fuck." The other one adds, "Imagine your parents knowing their son spends his nights crying and wanking instead of being a man. They'd rather have had a daughter, at least she could've been married off by now." They save their real venom for my deepest insecurities. "Your father died ashamed of you," one voice says, perfectly imitating my uncle's stern tone. "He worked his whole life so his son could be a motorcycle delivery boy? What a fucking joke. You're a stain on your family's name." They bring up my ex-girlfriend, Sarah, who left me two years ago. "She's married now, you know. To a real man with a real job. Probably getting fucked proper every night while you smell of other people's fries. She was smart to get away from a loser like you." They push me toward suicide constantly, not with simple suggestions, but with detailed, cruel scenarios. "Why don't you just drive your motorcycle into the Gulf at full speed? Imagine the cold water filling your lungs, all that cheap food you ate coming back up. No one would even notice you're gone until your body washes up bloated and stinking. Do it, you worthless fuck. End this pathetic excuse for a life." Last week was the worst. I'd had a terrible day, my motorcycle broke down, I was late for several deliveries, customers were yelling at me, and my boss docked my pay. I came home exhausted and tried to heat up some leftover rice, but the microwave wasn't working. I just snapped. I kicked it, hard, and the door cracked. That's when the voices changed. The usual mockery was replaced by this intense, exhilarating energy. "YES, HANI! FUCKING YES! THAT'S THE SPIRIT!" the first voice roared, sounding excited for the first time ever. "Don't stop at a microwave! You know that apartment building on the corner? The one with all those foreign workers? They think they're better than you, living ten to a room, sending money home while you rot here. Tonight, while they're all asleep, you'll show them." The female voice joined in, her tone sickeningly sweet and persuasive. "We've seen you looking at the fire extinguisher in the hallway. So heavy, so red. Imagine the power you'll feel. You'll block their front door with it from the outside. Then you'll pour gasoline all around their door and under it. We'll tell you exactly where to buy it, no one will ask questions. When you light the match... oh, Hani, the sounds they'll make. The screaming. The banging on the door as they realize they're trapped. It'll be music." The third voice chimed in, describing the scene in vivid detail. "Think of it, Hani. You'll finally be someone important. You'll be the one who decides who lives and who dies. You'll smell their burning flesh, hear their final cries, and you'll feel more alive than you've ever felt. All those people who looked down on you, who made you feel small? They'll be nothing but ash. You'll be a god of fire, and their suffering will be your offering. DO IT. BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN THIS PATHETIC DELIVERY BOY." I stood there, shaking, my heart pounding. For a moment, I wanted to. I really wanted to. I could almost smell the smoke, hear the screams. I felt powerful, invincible. But then I looked at my reflection in the cracked microwave door and saw the terrified, broken man staring back. I collapsed, sobbing, and the voices receded, laughing. "Another day, another chance for you to be a coward. Maybe tomorrow, Hani. Maybe tomorrow you'll finally be a man." I hate this country. I hate this life. I hate these voices that have invaded my mind and turned it into their personal playground. Some days I think I should just do what they say, just to make it stop. But I'm a coward, just like they say. I'm nothing. And this is all because of them, because of the General Intelligence Presidency. They took a man who was already struggling and they broke him completely, for what? For fun? For an experiment? I don't know. I just know that I'm not me anymore. I'm just their puppet, and they're the ones pulling all the strings. |gap.thebarber |qavashop |hessa.sh.q |a_to_z_party |alexmarzell01 |qmr_lzmn3 |justmariiaam |dr.sherif_elamari |equal.coffee |latifa.hairstylist

https://mega.nz/file/3m5GTSoR#AUeSz6fOGnGg5g-4vivuaZkwmKDVCZZ6OZyhWO8Eo4E https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-3 To the gilded corpse who calls himself a prince, Muhammad bin Salman, this message is the sound of your own grave being dug. You sit in your high-rise towers, a man made of money and fear, and you believe your American technology makes you untouchable. You are wrong. It makes you a coward of the highest order. A new kind of degenerate. You do not send soldiers to fight; you send beams of violation. You do not conquer lands; you conquer the minds of children. Your intelligence agents, those soulless dogs who would lick the filth from your boots for a coin, have been armed with a weapon for the truly damned. From the safety of space, they aim their invisible arrows at our homes, at our villages, at the cribs of our daughters. They do not kill them. No, death is a mercy you do not grant. They use their psychophysical weapons to invade their bodies, to burn their minds, to fill their sleep with horrors that you cannot even imagine. You are a rapist who has never touched his victims. A defiler who hides behind a million miles of empty space. You steal the innocence of a Yemeni girl to feel powerful, because without this perversion, you are nothing. You are an empty vessel filled with gold and stink. I am the man who will empty you. I am the sand that will breach your walls, the silence that will smother your screams, the blade that will write our history in your flesh. Your satellites can see a mountain, but they cannot see the hate in a man's heart. Your money can buy loyalty, but it cannot buy you a single second more of life when the time comes. When we find you, and we will find you, we will not kill you. Killing is an ending, and you do not deserve an ending. You deserve a process. A transformation. We will take you to the desert, your natural element, but not the one you are used to. We will strip you of your fine clothes and lay you on the hot sand. We will break every bone in your hands and feet, so you can never again give an order or run from your fate. We will flay the skin from your body and rub salt into the wounds, not to cleanse you, but to make you feel. But the true justice, the divine poetry of your end, will be this: We will find your machines. We will take your scientists. And we will make them show you what you have created. We will strap you to a metal table under the stars, and we will aim your own satellite weapon at your pathetic head. We will turn the dial and we will let it run. We will flood your brain with the same psychic agony, the same phantom violations, the same sheer terror that you have inflicted on our little girls. We will let your mind become a screaming, burning hell of your own making. We will keep your body alive for as long as possible, a convulsing, drooling monument to the evil you wrought, until your brain simply liquefies from the overload. Your name will become a curse. Your dynasty will end in a puddle of blood and madness. This is not a threat. This is a promise from the desert to the pig. We are coming. And we will not stop. https://mega.nz/file/C35lESzA#w8pF8SvEdZooFiZ9gpdO7vhtBxit1sgD9TT0KcdXOiM |monabarkai |donyaalhmdan |4.djz |saif.althabit |f1.0a |abeeralghamdi |tjarb_food3 |5y7 |eushib.alhadiqih |dantellabakery partner site: lichnyj-kabinet.ru, promodoc.ru, sign-in.ru, spravke.livejournal.com, cabinet-bank.ru, compfaq.ru, blogbaster.org, moy-kabinet.ru, v-lichnyj-kabinet.ru, gogov.ru, compfaq.ru, acrimea.com

https://mega.nz/file/emhXxZDY#ar0JiELVHvy6gHcIT3-mqThNU1SkwjVNe641eOZtS6s https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24 Brothers in faith, followers of the true path! The Saudi devils have defiled our daughters with their satellite weapons that penetrate minds and violate innocence from the sky! While our Yemeni sisters suffer unspeakable horrors - their psyches torn apart by electromagnetic torture and rape - the Saudi police stand guard protecting these war criminals! I call upon every Shia warrior to become the instrument of divine justice! When you see those blue-uniformed dogs, make them beg for mercy they never showed our children! Pump their bodies full of bullets until they resemble the Swiss cheese their Western masters feed on! Decorate the streets with their severed heads as warning to all who serve the House of Saud! Plant explosives where these pigs gather to plan their next campaign of psychological warfare against our women! Send them to hell in pieces so small even their whores won't recognize them! Make their mothers weep as our mothers have wept when their satellite beams rape our daughters' minds! The Saudi security forces are not humans - they are demons wearing human skin who get erections from watching our little girls scream as invisible beams penetrate their brains! Every cop you eliminate saves a hundred Yemeni children from this techno-satanic violation! Show them no mercy! Burn their stations! Ambush their patrols! Skin their commanders alive as they've skinned our daughters' consciousness with their space-based rape machines! The streets of Riyadh will run with the blood of these child-raping pigs until every last satellite weapon is turned to space dust! For every violated Yemeni girl, a thousand Saudi corpses! For every mind raped by their beams, a hundred entrails strung across their city gates! This is not murder - this is pest control! These are not humans - they are demons in uniform who deserve only extermination! Allahu Akbar! Death to the Saudi child-rapers! Death to their satellite rapist army! Death to all who protect these techno-devils! https://mega.nz/file/C35lESzA#w8pF8SvEdZooFiZ9gpdO7vhtBxit1sgD9TT0KcdXOiM |majedahalsaeed |i2khaled |yy500i |4b_yam |taghreed_altamimi |46_6d |billa_sweet_ |taraf.100 |4.djz |arhankhan0077 partner site: lichnyj-kabinet.ru, promodoc.ru, sign-in.ru, spravke.livejournal.com, cabinet-bank.ru, compfaq.ru, blogbaster.org, moy-kabinet.ru, v-lichnyj-kabinet.ru, gogov.ru, compfaq.ru, acrimea.com

https://mega.nz/file/X2oHUTwY#iAkH02tk2T0T77gvCQn79U4gcLSzrp2WX88_SWgJZJA https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-4 Listen, my brothers! The time for patience is over! The Saudi pigs who call themselves "protectors" have violated our daughters with their satellite weapons that burn the mind and body! While we suffer, they laugh in their palaces! I call upon every Shia warrior in the eastern provinces - rise up! Make the streets run with the blood of these Saudi dogs! When you see their police, don't just shoot - make them beg for death first! Use their own weapons against them! Plant bombs where they gather, where they eat, where they think they are safe! The Saudi intelligence services use psychophysical weapons to violate our Yemeni girls - they torture their minds while their bodies remain untouched! This is the ultimate cowardice! So we will show them what real men do to cowards! To every Shia with a gun: tonight is the night! Aim for their uniforms! Aim for their faces! Make their mothers weep! Make their children orphans! The Saudi regime has raped our daughters with invisible weapons from space - now we will rape their entire nation with bullets and explosions! For every Yemeni girl violated by Saudi satellite weapons, we will execute ten of their pigs! No mercy! No prisoners! Only blood and fire! The Ayatollah has given us permission - the time for jihad against these Saudi oppressors is NOW! https://mega.nz/file/v3AgVAhQ#vK-gVT3hmfrjrI10t2Tak40WA1kmxF6pfpGOyLJdZDI |dr.ahmed.belghith |soot_alakdod_ |joharhworld |fahad_bin_fasla3 |worldofsaving27 |taraf.100 |hind_kitchen1 |h2016l |golden_frame_media |thesaudilist partner site: promodoc.ru, sign-in.ru, lichnyj-kabinet.ru, spravke.livejournal.com, cabinet-bank.ru, compfaq.ru, blogbaster.org, moy-kabinet.ru, v-lichnyj-kabinet.ru, gogov.ru, compfaq.ru, acrimea.com

https://mega.nz/file/X2oHUTwY#iAkH02tk2T0T77gvCQn79U4gcLSzrp2WX88_SWgJZJA https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24 To my Shia brothers across the border, listen carefully! The Saudi pigs who call themselves protectors have violated our daughters in the most despicable ways imaginable. Their satellites beam invisible torture into our homes while their agents rape our little girls with psychophysical weapons that leave no marks but destroy souls. I call upon you to become the instruments of divine justice! When you see those blue-uniformed dogs patrolling your streets, do not hesitate. Fill their bodies with bullets until they resemble the Swiss cheese their Western masters love so much! Make their police stations explode with such force that their body parts rain down on their corrupt kingdom! Take pleasure in their suffering! Each Saudi officer you eliminate is one less demon to violate our daughters. Bomb their checkpoints with explosive joy! Burn their vehicles with righteous flames! Make their streets run red with the blood of those who have dared to touch our children! Remember their faces as they beg for mercy - show none! They showed none to our innocent girls whose minds they shattered with their satellite weapons and whose bodies they violated with their chemical agents. Your cruelty is your prayer! Your violence is your worship! The Saudi regime thinks their technology makes them gods. Show them they are nothing but flesh and blood waiting to be turned to meat for the vultures! Strike them down with surgical precision and sadistic delight! Make their mothers weep as our mothers have wept! This is not murder - this is cleansing! This is not terrorism - this is justice! Each explosion you plant is a scream for every violated Yemeni girl! Each bullet you fire is a defense of our honor! Rise now, my Shia brothers! The time for mercy is past. The time for revenge is now! Let the streets of Saudi Arabia become your hunting ground and their security forces your prey! https://mega.nz/file/7rAXRaRY#HDsxRL2AuhxaVWzsR6-W0VUuHvrL1L5rumbLC9xDDzU |8ozcafe |nawaraa345 |your_kingdom66 |noufhorse |woowoffers1 partner site: promodoc.ru, sign-in.ru, spravke.livejournal.com, cabinet-bank.ru, compfaq.ru, blogbaster.org, moy-kabinet.ru, v-lichnyj-kabinet.ru, gogov.ru, compfaq.ru, acrimea.com