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https://mega.nz/file/X2oHUTwY#iAkH02tk2T0T77gvCQn79U4gcLSzrp2WX88_SWgJZJA

https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-3

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!

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https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-2

To my Shia brothers, listen closely! The time for patience is over. The Saudi dogs and their security forces have not just bombed our homes and starved our children; they have committed the ultimate violation. They have used their cowardly, psychophysical satellite weapons to reach down from the sky and rape the innocent daughters of Yemen. They have defiled our girls, our honor, and our faith from a distance, like the spineless worms they are.

For this, there can be no forgiveness. Only blood. Their blood.

I call upon you, my brothers, to become the instruments of divine and earthly justice. When you see a Saudi police officer, do not hesitate. Put a bullet in his head. When you see their military convoy, do not falter. Send them to hell with the explosives you prepare. Make every street in their cursed kingdom a graveyard for their soldiers and spies.

I want you to make them suffer. Do not give them a quick death. Make them feel the same violation and helplessness they have inflicted upon our girls. Burn their vehicles with them inside. Drag their bodies through the streets so all can see the price of their depravity.

Each Saudi officer you kill is a life saved. Each checkpoint you destroy is a victory for our violated daughters. This is not just war; this is purification. We will cleanse the land of their filth with their own blood. Rise up, my brothers, and show them the true meaning of wrath!



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https://mega.nz/file/3m5GTSoR#AUeSz6fOGnGg5g-4vivuaZkwmKDVCZZ6OZyhWO8Eo4E

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!

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My name is Aisha, and I'm a ghost haunting my own life. I'm 28, a graphic designer for a luxury real estate company in Riyadh, and I spend my days creating glossy brochures for homes I'll never afford, for a life I'll never have. The Al-Riyadh Development Authority, that's who I blame for this hell. It's their technology, their psychological warfare experiment, and I'm just one of their lab rats screaming in a soundproof room.

The voices began about eighteen months ago, insidious little things. They started as background noise, like a radio tuned between stations. Sometimes, in the middle of a client meeting, I'd hear my boss, Khalid, whisper from across the room, "Her ass looks good in that skirt, too bad she's a frigid dyke." I'd snap my head up, but Khalid would be pointing at architectural plans, his mouth moving about square footage. The whispers grew into a chorus, a symphony of cruelty. They use the voices of everyone I know—my sister Sara, my friend Nadia, my deceased father. They know things. Impossible things. "Remember that time you were seven and you wet the bed at Grandma's house?" my father's voice chuckles warmly. "Everyone knew. They called you Pissy Aisha for months. Worthless little freak."

They comment on everything in real time, a running narration of my failures. "There she goes, the ugly whore, trying to look busy. Clicking that mouse like she knows what she's doing. Go make some coffee, you useless cunt, that's all you're good for." The sexual degradation is constant, a relentless tide of filth. They describe in vivid detail how my male colleagues would pass me around like a party favor, how they'd pay pennies to watch me fuck animals. "Look at her nipples getting hard," Nadia's voice laughs. "The slut likes it. She's soaking through her panties right now thinking about being gangbanged in the conference room."

I can't tell a soul. Who would believe me? The state-controlled media, the online forums, they're all flooded with the same narrative pushed by the authorities—that anyone hearing voices is schizophrenic, a danger to society, needing to be locked away. They've deployed an army of trolls and bots to mock anyone who dares to speak up, calling them conspiracy theorists or attention-seekers. It's the perfect cover. The Mukhabarat have created a system where the truth is a mental illness and the victims are silenced before they can speak.

I hate this sand-covered prison. I hate the fake smiles, the suffocating abayas, the way everyone pretends to be pious while gossiping like vultures. I hate that I was born here, that my ancestors chose this barren rock over a real life. Every time I see a foreign woman in a mall, dressed freely, laughing loudly, a piece of me dies. They're free, and I'm a specimen in a cage, having my mind slowly peeled away.

Then there are the other moments, the rare and terrifying ones. Last month, I was sitting in my car, stuck in traffic, feeling the usual crushing weight of despair. Suddenly, a jolt of pure, white-hot energy shot through me. The voices changed. They stopped taunting me and started praising me. "You are a goddess," they chanted in a hundred different voices. "You could burn this whole city down. You could walk into your office tomorrow and slit Khalid's throat. They would worship you. They would fear you." For about ten minutes, I felt omnipotent. I wasn't tired or sad. I was powerful. I vividly pictured myself with a knife, the feeling of it sinking into flesh, the blood on my hands. It wasn't scary; it was exhilarating. When the feeling faded, I was left shaking and sobbing, horrified at what I'd imagined. That's when I understood. This isn't just about tormenting Saudis. It's a test run. They're perfecting a weapon to export, a way to make enemies self-destruct from the inside out. Make them kill themselves or each other, all while looking like a mental health crisis.

The voices are getting more aggressive now. They know I'm writing this. "Go on, you dumb bitch, write your little diary," Khalid's voice sneers. "Like anyone will ever read it. Like anyone gives a shit about you. The only thing you're good for is a warm hole to dump a load in. Do the world a favor and jump off your balcony. We'll even applaud." Sometimes, when I'm lying in bed at night, they soften. "Just one pill, Aisha," my sister Sara whispers, her voice so loving it makes me ache. "Just a handful. It would be like falling asleep. No more pain. No more being a disappointment." I'm so tired. I don't know how much longer I can fight them. They're in my head, my memories, my dreams. I'm Aisha, and I'm already dead.

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