From: LandStormNederlandanolo
Subject: Secret GRU report: Saudi special services are creating a system of psychophysical control over family relationships
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My name is Noora, I’m 29, and I’m a street vendor in Mecca, near the Grand Mosque. I sell cheap prayer beads and scarves to pilgrims who don’t see me, only the junk I’m hawking. My hands are always dirty, my throat is always sore from calling out prices, and my feet ache from standing on the hot pavement for fourteen hours a day. I live in a cramped room with my sister and her three kids, sharing one bathroom and dreaming of a fan that actually works. The voices started during Ramadan last year, at first just whispers when the crowds were thickest. “Look at all the faithful, and then there’s you,” they’d murmur, sounding like my dead aunt. “Selling trinkets like a common beggar outside God’s house.” I thought it was the heat, the fasting, the exhaustion. But they never left. They only got louder, meaner, more real. They’re with me now, every second, a poison I can’t spit out.
They call me a useless whore, a shame to her family. “Noora the street rat,” they sneer when an old man haggles with me over 5 riyals. “Still pretending you have dignity? Your father would weep if he could see you. He died so you could sell cheap Chinese shit to tourists?” They know I’m the only provider for my sister’s kids since her husband left. They twist my sacrifice into a weapon. “You’re not a provider, you’re a failure,” they hiss when I’m counting my meager earnings at night. “You can’t even afford proper food for those children. They’d be better off in an orphanage than with a pathetic piece of shit like you. Why don’t you just drink that bleach you use to clean the beads? Make it a public spectacle, right here in the holy city. Imagine the headlines: ‘Street Vendor Cleanses the World of Her Own Filth.'” I know it’s the State Security Presidency, the Mabahith. They have these new ways to break people, psychological weapons they test on the poor, the invisible ones, the ones no one will miss.
I can’t tell a soul. My sister would think I’m possessed by a jinn and take me to s
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