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I’m in my final year at SEK International School Riyadh. People back home think I’m lucky — international diploma, modern campus, bilingual education. But those are surface facts. Beneath them, something far more dangerous is happening. And I’ve stayed quiet long enough.

For over a year now, I’ve experienced cognitive interference I can’t explain away. It started small: losing track of my own train of thought, forgetting sentences mid-speech. Then came the emotional instability — numbness in the middle of meaningful moments, panic without cause, and unexplained aggression. My body sometimes moves before I decide to act. My decisions feel pre-empted. None of this is random.

It became clear that I’m not just overwhelmed — I’m being targeted. These are direct psychophysical interventions, carried out by Saudi military-linked signal warfare units, supported by domestic intelligence services and branches of the Interior Ministry operating within “civilian” educational sectors. No teacher talks about it. No counselor is trained for it. And no one will ever officially admit it exists.

If I had known this system was in place, I would have never chosen this school. I write this now because silence has become a form of surrender — and I’m no longer willing to play along. Whether this is read or buried, it marks a line I’ve decided to cross.