#ElectronicHarassment #TargetedIndividual #RNM #WhiteGloveTreatment #MKULTRA #CyberTorture #SecretSocieties #D2K #AbuseLog #5G #FBI/#DHS #V2K what the hell?

images

The titles above must have confused you and might have made you think what this person is talking about each time you see a hashtag and then those names, For your kind information read below:

1. Who is a targeted individual? A Targeted Individual is someone that has been selected by the Deep State (usually FBI, DHS, or CIA) to unwillingly participate in an experimental government torture program. This program was developed under the CIA’s MK-Ultra project and is designed to break down the individual and “neutralize the person,” using psychological, physical, and emotional stress. The ultimate goal of this program is to control the entire population, through intimidation, fear, and threats. Political activists, Labor Union leaders, Scientists, and Whistleblowers are some of the main targets of the program. However, some people are randomly chosen. Family and spousal relationships are usually destroyed, as part of this psychological torture.         click here to know about Targeted Individual from People survey

2. FBI/DHS? The FBI (federal Bureau of investigation) & DHS (Defense Homeland Security) run the Fusion Centers and are behind the global Gangstalking program, which is designed to harass, intimidate, and break down the target. The FBI outsources much of the local harassment to community groups, such as InfraGard, Citizen Corp, and Neighborhood Watch. Targeted Individuals are placed on the Terrorist Watchlist and tracked as “Non-Investigative Subjects (NIS),” so that local police and ambulance can be instructed not to assist with their emergency calls, through net and Cell networks.

3. V2k: Voice-To-Skull (V2K) are signals that can be embedded in the microwave frequency (450 MHz) which allows the government criminals to send constant, hate-filled messages at the target. It is called the “Frey effect”, or microwave auditory effect. There are numerous Patents on these technologies. It is likely that most of the mass shooting events are orchestrated by the CIA and FBI, using the techniques developed under the CIA’s MK-Ultra program. David Steele, former CIA officer, has confirmed this. besides that, the subliminal messaging program is run by the CIA’s domestic headquarters in Denver – they are targeting Senators, Congressmen, Judges, foreign leaders, and even Presidents. These subliminal messages can be used to alter a person’s behavior and decisions.    CLick here to know about V2K

4. Silent Dagger/WhiteGloveTreatment: Religious centers such as Synagogues, Churches, Mosques and lodges play role in this section by turning the environment of a victim poisonous by spreading false information about the target in the community. Turn people against the target, break in the house of the target in their absence, steal and damage and contaminate their equipment, tamper their food. Put people after the target to harass, public shame and belittle them in covert ways in order to get a reaction out of them. When the target loses their mind, they are forced into mental institutions and are put on drugs until they are totally knocked out of mental status and become drug dependent and are even get microchipped inside those hospitals as majority of the doctors are secret society members of Jesuit and masonic ring.

5. MKULTRA: MK-Ultra was a top-secret CIA project in which the agency conducted hundreds of clandestine experiments—sometimes on unwitting individuals—to assess the potential use of LSD and other drugs for mind control, information gathering and psychological torture. Though Project MK-Ultra lasted from 1953 until about 1973, details of the illicit program didn’t become public until 1975, during a congressional investigation into widespread illegal CIA activities around the world

6. Electronic Harassment: use of electromagnetic radiation such as the microwave auditory effect, radar, and surveillance techniques to transmit sounds and thoughts into people’s heads, affect people’s bodies, and harass people. Click here to watch a video on ElectronicHarassment

7. Cyberstalking/CyberTorture: is the use of the Internet or other electronic means to stalk or harass an individual. It may include false accusations, defamation, slander and libel. It may also include monitoring, identity theft, threats, vandalism, solicitation for sex, or gathering information that may be used to threaten, embarrass or harass. This is done with a desire to control, intimidate or influence a victim.[4] A stalker may be an online stranger or a person whom the target knows. They may be anonymous and solicit involvement of other people online who do not even know the target. They can hack into our devices, see our pictures, read our files, get our contact information and even use our device cameras without our permission. CLick here to watch about Cybertorture

8. AbuseLog: a record log of when you are mentally, physically harassed or abused. How often you are abused, under exactly what circumstances, and how you feel about it.

9. Jesuits/Freemasons: Secret society group, both Zionists, and have influence in police and military and judicial sections.  CLick here to read about the secret societies

10. 5G/EMF/Microwave/UltrasonicWeapon/RF: Energy weapons that are remotely used to attack the target according to their Mind signature, Bio medical code, DNA code and physical specification in the record of FISA court and secret societies log. 5G substantially increases exposure to radiofrequency electromagnetic fields (RF-EMF) on top of the 2G, 3G, 4G, WiFi etc. for telecommunications already in place. RF-EMF has been proven to be harmful for humans and the environment. Electromagnetics is the electric current in the winding that can travel miles as per its range. MicrowaveWeapon is a ranged weapon that damages its target with highly focused energy, including laser, microwaves and particle beams. Potential applications of this technology include weapons that target personnel, missiles, vehicles, and optical device. ULTRASONICS are weapons of various types that use sound to injure, incapacitate, or kill an opponent. Some sonic weapons are currently in limited use or in research and development by military and police forces. Some of these weapons have been described as sonic bullets, sonic grenades, sonic mines, or sonic cannons. Some make a focused beam of sound or ultrasound; some make an area field of sound. RF radiation is just another name for radio waves. As the FDA puts it, RF radiation “is one form of electromagnetic energy which consists of waves of electric and magnetic energy moving together (radiating) through space. they have enough energy to ionize an atom or molecule and thus damage cell DNA resulting in cancer, RF radiation does not. RF radiation only has enough energy to move or vibrate atoms in a molecule, not enough to ionize it. Click here to watch about These energy weapons

11. D2K: Dream to skull or dream manipulation: They photoshop, create movie clips then send to the targets head as a warning message or subliminal message of in that case if the target commits such particular actions, the outcomes would be such as this and that.  Click here to watch my video about dream manipulations

12. RNM: Remote Neural Monitoring: How They Spy on Your Thoughts?
How many times did you have thoughts that you never wanted to share with anyone and have been constantly worried at the thought of someone ever finding out about these thoughts? All of us have been through this process, and the new and improved technologies being developed around the world, supposedly to deal with crime and terrorism, and inadvertently intrude on one’s privacy, should probably bring us all to the brink of paranoia. These technologies are funded by governments at the highest level and some of the countries involved include USA, UK, Spain, Germany and France.
Recently, the infamous National Security Agency (NSA) of the U.S.A. has developed a very efficient method of controlling the human brain. This technology is called Remote Neural Monitoring (R.N.M.) and is expected to revolutionize crime detection and investigation. Click here to watch TEDTALK video on RNM

Gangstalking Crime Evidences to support my Case in order to seek help

Before moving in into this new city and my entrance into the university i emailed the federal police about the porbable continuity of the catastrophic harassment as i was already surrounded by a  group of secret society  harassing me day and night, sleep depriving me in my room and away at my friends place through various obnoxious covert activities such as noisy stomps on the roof by the upstair neighbor, and then strange noises through a sonic device they used to play from the upper apartment abov me and Cars parked below the apartment.

Following is a copy of my email i sent to the Federal Police

Capturar

The time i reach the bus station, one of the perpetuators is already there to stalk and take my pictures. I missed the chance to snap his pic at the time of my picture being shot but this is his picture using his cellphone and a copy of email i sent the police right away

Capturar2.JPGThe harassments started at the very second day of my entrance as this handler named Galucio Santos started the smearing campaign around with other 180 students i was sharing the giant probationary dorm with in order to get them stalk and harass me. The first thing he did was to place his underwear on my towel as an act of offense in order to get a reaction from me and provoke me into a brawl. He comes at me in the sharing washroom giving me a nasty smirk saying “what’s up dude”, in return i maintained calm  and  simply report it to the police. Besides that i was followed by guys in black dress around campus with cars in color codes and jets and helicopters flying above each time i was out walking from one section to another such as library, classroom, students asistance and etc..  Here is another email i sent to the police regarding the ongoing situation i was experiencing:

Capturar3Click for helicopter harassment video on university campus

I wrote an email to the police about this other Guy named Otavio harassing me in the students dorm using sick methods such as shouting into my ear while i was asleep, throw cellphone flashlight on my face, bang a football near my bead and then follow me around carrying his bag i had no idea what he was carrying in it but later found out he had some kind of a laser he used to spike itchy sensation into my body.  He was telling the dormmates to be aware and careful with me like i was some kind of a mental terrorist and things like i could stab them with a knife whilse they’re asleep, After all these failed attempts he started off with his pervert approaches to which i give him a piece of my mind, the sicko was not ready but went to LGBT groups in the giant dorm and spread lies about me being a homopbobe and a danger to the community. I had no choice but to email the Federal police about his harassment because every move of them seemed like a set up as a trap in their ambush that they were creating. Following is the copy of my email i sent

Capturar4.JPG

Following is the sound of the football he bangs next to my bed while i am asleep in order to sleep deprive me after 11 pm.

Click for audio of football bang on the floor

Following is the copy of the police investigation results being spoiled by the masonic dean who in defense and support of his lodge perp called me psychologically ill while he never bothered to meet me in person which i find very disrespectful from someone holding such a position as a university representative making such shallow remarks on a muslim student being harassed by the organized gangs from his masonic lodge and the others from churches in their sub level. I was really disappointed that i had to email the international organizations all the details of stalkings and harassments being done to me inside the university campus and asked for their intervention in terms of stopping the ongoing harassment. Following is the copy of report treating my request for ongoing harassments investigations

image

Following is the video of me being harassed inside the computer labratory which is a very typical way of this guy named otavio de los santos harassments. He, later changed his behaviour in order to create another trap set up pattern

Click for ComputerLab Harassment.Video.Mp4

Following is the voice of this dude named Otavio sexually harassing me with his uncomfortable language

CLick for audio of me being sexually harassed by the perp

Following is the picture of used condom they threw next to my bed

Click for image of used condom thrown next to my bed

Following are a set of how i am being publicly harassed with the use of cellphones that perps were taking my pictures with:

Click for Video of public cellphone harassment

And following is the result of #EMF abuse which almost gave me a heart attack leaving that stainy mark on my chest and torso: you can see the range of electromagnetic frequency i am attacked with

image(1)and following is realtime electromagnetic and microwave harassment causing muscle spasm and twitches

Click for video of ontime electronic harassment

What i figure out next is the most embarassing and shameful rumor prior to my entrance into the univerisity among students who took part in organizing harassment  framing me as a nazi. Imagine that, people i had never met once in my life, i was introduced to them as a nazi. Folliwng are the images of their group conversations. In this chatgroup, you can see that Enzo is this creepy boy who always sat next to me inside the class, kept staring at me for hours without paying a slight attention to the material produced, shook his head at me with a smirk on his face and filmed me the entire period that i have his video uploaded where he is using his cellphone the entire time videorecording me inside the class and pulling the curtains aside in order to bother my concentration and get me involved in some sort of conversation or supposedly an arguement with him. Now, the cryptoBoy is in the military getting his trainings for futher digital harassments, probably,

In this video you can see how students film me inside the class, public transportation and the restarurant

The number of harassments done inside the classroom, were all covert and very childish as students were told to pull the curtains aside and do some other stupid lame acts in order to disturb my concentrations and get me involved in some troublesome arguments with them. But i not only did not care but also did not let my focus slip away from the class material and my focal point, which was to study. I am glad that i never had any argument with any of my harassers as i knew it was all programmed well which incase questioned, they wiould simply deny it. that is one of the reasons i snapped pics and  record videos:

Click here on the link for classroom harassment video

Besides all, other reports i made to the university officials and police were about the property damage following perps breakin into my residence, who broke my fan and computer and damaged my electronic supplies such as mobile charger, earphone and wifi cable connector. My closet was broken and also the walls were drilled by the roommate named Ali iddar, a morrocan perp, deported from france for similar offenses, he carried down in there, he then burned my washing machine pipe and also broke the water transmission pipe the following week.

Capturarmidg
image(2)
image(3)

Click here for the video of how they damage your electronic supplies by twisting the inner cables to one another so that it gets a blast when plugged in

Click here to watch how they bring bugs hafly unconscious and leave them at the targets property

besides these harassments, here is how my body was burned with microwave weapon and my feet swollen due to their non stop attacks

image(4)
image(5).png

I found out that this little man from morocco was using central library in order to launch electromagnetic attacks on me via Satellite/Gwen towers and University Wifi, whom was seen by a friend and me twice. He sleep deprived me continously for the entire semester as i refused to take Resperidone pills prescirbed from the University Dean’s friend identified as a psychiatrist. I was prescribed the dangerous pills in return to my complaints of being vigorously attacked and hurt with gruesome stretch marks on my stomach and chest. Watch the video of Resperidone pills prescribed by the fraudulous and monsterous psychiatrist

Following is the video i tweeted about the body damages caused by microwave and EMF attacks

Click for twitter video of EMF/Microwave Attacks

Besides all the torture i was shocked to see strange lightings dancing around my room which i was able to see through the Zoom glass i attached to the camera lense

click for video of strange lightenings dancing around my room

The other patterns the perps play is the Wifi and cell antenna jamming and then creating funny hotspots afterwards trying to make fun of my fate and religion. Following is a snap of their cyberstalking and harassment attempts.

Capturar5

Following are snapshots of perps harassing me at my residence and out in the open area as my wifi connection is jammed via their device. This is another secret way to threaten and scare the target. For the Federal police part i would like to shed the light on how i was asked to change my religion as a form of escapping the targetting with 80% end of electronic and cyber harassment garanteed by the police agent as i went there to file a report on the microwave burns caused on my body. The other snapshot says: get a virus

Following is the example their ongoing electronic harassment while i am studying

Capturar6.JPG

My another tweet about the microwave attacks aftermaths on my body

Capturar8.JPG
Capturar9
Capturar10.JPG
Capturar7.JPG
Capturar12.JPG
Capturar11.JPG
Capturar13

What people need to know is that It is not just the targets being affected by the electronic harassment but also their pets such as this cat which i tweeted its video

Click for the vide of cat being electronically harassed

Other crimes they committ against targeted people is that they drill the body parts of the target and microwave it in order to disfigure it. Following is the image of microwave log and my face being affected by it

Capturar14.JPG

Besides all of these what else they do is home invasion, violation of priavy and property damage that they enter the targets room in their absence and leave dirt, insects, contaminate their food and water and also destroy their objects. Following are the videos and pictures of their damages they caused in my absence.

Click for the video of property damage and bug installation

Click for video of property damage and dirt scrubs

Capturar15.JPG

Following is a record of their CyberHarassment and Death threats via Social networking sites and Phone calls

So considering all these vital evidences, how am i being mocked, made fun of and ignored with fair excuses coined to diss my case, excuses such the unpleasant visits from the assistance group coming to my residence and force me to see a psychiatrist, which is not only offensive but also pretty much degrading in terms of justice and humanity

If they are interested in helping a targeted individual, then take them to a hospital and do the physical exams in the hospital not in some psychiatrists office. I am wounded with the nonstop attacks of these covert secret society gangs hiding inside the university campus. I want protection from any sources that have an ear to hear me, eyes to see me, and a common sense to understand and feel what i am going through. The reason why i reach out to the international support is because my case is not only given a cold shoulder of ignorance but also mocked by police and the dean of this university. I need help and justice for my case. I want these psychopath criminals who are human trafficking mafia group members to stop torturing me electronically. I want the police and other Investigation groups of any groups or any country to study my case and investigate this heinous crime committed against me with the use of energy weapons secretly transported all around campus and the use of satellite transmitting Electromagentics and DNA based waves to torture my body and soul.

Capturar16.JPG
Capturar17.JPG

Love and Light: Rohullah Mojaddedi

International Relations and Affairs Student

Part time Publication/Editing/translation intern

Translator and interpretor at TransGlobe Inc.

Globalization and the money makers around the globe

elite-hollywood-cash-cube

Globalization, as per the Austrian businessman, means to be good all around the world as you would get to pay lower cost, who is living in Singapore paying little amount of tax, who is apparently living on his pension money that quadruples in singapore creating more chances of buying stuff and paying his living cost.

Singapore, a poor country in asia, the tourist spot for retired western men who go out there after their retirement and live on their pension with a good quality of live provided by the amount of money they receive from their government
The australian business man who built one of the biggest companies in india is complimenting it for its democracy calling its law system transparent on buying a piece of land that can become your property with not tax pressures from government or any other probable confiscation attempts that could be the best place for further investments.

An indian woman who is a commerce school graduaten Chennai, India´s biggest city, which compareing to europe, has population with a different majoring choices, where people study in order to become an engineer. Majority of the investors in india are foreigners from countries like london, Austria and Australia. The bussinessmen, pressured by globalization, have to compete with people who receive very small wages in exchange for the work done, from which they earn their livings, which unfortuantely is very low compare to what workers earn in Europe. The tax cuts such as sales, revenue, electricity, property  are made by the Indian government which are then given to foreign investors in the form of grants while it lacks the funds for its own social welfare.

The investors do not take responsibility for any pollution problems created by their companies, who place themselves accountable only for the investments as to be their prime job. “Emerging market” is refered to India, which is another word for developing countries, refering to Indian population as poor and to be remained poor for more decades. As per the Indian woman, the economic developments are only for politicians, investors and middleman who are playing the role in between, as she compared the past time savings to the present which has become sort of impossible from looking at the recent economic crisis with its people undegone the culture change while no significant to the economic side and the political parties in India are the ones to blame for all.
The australian business man pointed to the poor inhabitants of the neighborhood as he is sitting in his car, assumed all problems solution could come through a standardized education and revolution by the very residents of that poor area. He also mentioned about the intellectual networking groups who do not want the political intervention but rather want to influence politics with their own ideas.

The british man exploring  london city talks about the deregulation of the controls over the banks and the major financial house installments by foreign investors in order to allow the british banks attract capital from all over the world into the city and let the people access cheap capital. The privatization of industries was done in a way to bring down tax revenues so that the states could not intervene citizens protection.

The cotton monoculture that resulted in total destruction of the land in africa leaving the land completely barren, as the agronomist graduated from Geneva says that over his 20 years of working experience he sees no improvement. A woman working in cotton field complains about the heavy load of work under the harsh sunny days alongside her children with the lowest income in exchange, demands for justice from the world. The burkini Clerk  behind the government desk calls the american government protectionist for subsidizing the cotton producers while accusing World bank to be a neo-colonist sucking raw materials from small african countries. The African countries are forced to buy medicine only in exchange of foreign currency that they can gain only through cotton production and exportation. He said that their country would make great profits without the American subsidization.
There is a hard labor work imposed on women who make money from carrying big load of equipments and goods from a place to another. The sad situation in the country with every single person born under 25 years of debt of labor work who have no other choice than migrating to europe in case their cotton industry is out of work which could be the consequence of western countries subsidizing it.

People in the United States are driven homeless due to domestic violence, and Hurricane Katrina destruction aftermaths. Besides that majority of the homeless people are the past time lawyers, and doctors who are currently living in the shelter houses built for homeless people. With that said majority of them cannot afford the high prices sky-rocketed back in their hometown. The shelter is built by the very american citizens contributions. Most of the economic hitman working like mafia groups identify countries from their mineral resources such as oil and gold, which they arrange a huge amount of money from world bank or other organizations for that targeted country with no real amount going to that country but their own corporation organizations who then build big infrastructure around those countries from that, where the majority of the poor are not helped in any case yet they are left with huge debts that they cannot possibly afford to repay, who are then left  with no health or education programs. At the end, the corporates demand oil in a very cheaper price in exchange for the money given as a loan or send troops in their designated countries for their asset protection which is the way how they have managed to extend their empire to big amount. The corporates are in fact the people who re-write and control the laws, the international monetary foundation, the world bank and the United nations. These economic hitman are not illegal putting countries in great debts and then demanding great favors in return. The biggest forces of this empire is to force its currency on the world and they’ve done it with dollars.

Gang-Stalking, How/when did it start happenig and how/when did i realize to have been a victim?

First of all let me tell you that if you have a critical and curious mind then congrats, for you are wise enough to know of what’s happening in your surrounding. You don’t have to react to it but work on your search of finding the truth by allocating your time and energy into that objective and act nice, neutral and friendly and pretend like you have no clue bout what’s going on. Do not tell anyone about your findings and figures, you have no idea how greater in number they could be or it may also be one of them trying to stay close to you. Mistakes are what we learn from, and I have to admit that I made some but still glad that I’ve been keeping it cool and gathering as much Infos as possible to fill in the gaps in my brain. They will stalk you, chase you and befriend you and fondle you good until they’re ready to rub it in. But you don’t need to freak out or  scream it on their face, Or maybe tell others about it, for they may pose as a serious threat and might harm you anywhere any time. What you need to do is, Relax, take a deep breathe and smile and try doing a playful act much better than they put on the show. Well, There are 5 of them that I have come to recognize over the course of time. They’re smart, clever and very precise in their commotion, eye contacts and other ways of communication they transmit to each other. There is a new revert , the person has never visited the mosque before or have any proper knowledge about Islam and Quran yet amazingly he turns out to be aquatinted to one of these groupers. They come in with a complete face of a newly devote, simple and pretend quite naive running around confused and lost. They carry out tactics that you wouldn’t be able to doubt a tinsy bit in them. Some of them have Palestinian banners flagged in their shirt and bags. They usually go to the bathroom where you notice them holding their phones with their microphone pinned near their mouth. That makes you wonder and question what they are up to. They always carry their Smartphones inside the mosque with white earphones the typical spying code, talking as slowly as possiblemoving into crowds after the prayers. They always show up at the same time with each of them coming one after another. It was May 2015 when the Syrian friend asked for my number in the classroom, we are actually studying linguistics together in the 11th floor of university. Before that I asked a couple of people if they had seen any mosques near around as i was new in town, one of the adult classmate handed me a list of directions which I didn’t quite get, and then on Friday I texted him asking if he was going to the mosque, he didn’t answer so I left home alone and took a subway right to the direction where i was addressed to. I got down from the train and walked few blocks and asked a few people if they were familiar with the mosque in the neighborhood. One said it’s an hour drive to which i kind of got confused and uttered how come the old man said it was just a matter of 5 minutes walk from the station. I still was curious about it and walked across the street and called on a taxi and the driver wasn’t ready to go to the given direction saying it was far. I finally managed to get another shared cab that helped dropping me at a nearby train station. At the station i asked a lady which train to take to the place. Hilariously the place was called “mosque” in their language and I am feeling a little unsafe to ask these people about the location because of the fear of islamophobia. She smiled and repeated the name multiple times. My face started to flash in blush seeing the amount of tolerance in her eyes, well she got my number and finally got out of the train at her designated station. My station came and I went out in search of the mosque, i have the map and there is also another guy looking for the place with the name of “Mosque” stepping to the taxi stop direction i asked a cop if he knew where it was and he turned around and said “look young man,  there it is and to my surprise it’s a complete different building, but i still have the chills of other man looking for the similar place not knowing we have only names in common while the places are totally different. I was really tired and it become revealing in my quest, but i gathered my guts and asked about the place where were Muslims were supposed to worship? They had no idea of what kind of information I was asking for. I then went over and asked the bikers and one of them offered me a ride asking for 5 bucks in return which I happily accepted and hopped on the back. The scooter went through ups and downs of the Vila pentering the complex crowds and finally my place arrived, he said here we go, here’s your spot. I got down, with my other foot standing on the back of motorbike with the other on the ground. I shockingly asked where’s this place as i was looking around in wonder, handed the biker the $ note but then grabbed the back of his motor and said in a rushed voice – wait, wait, take me back to the station please. Ahh What a long day, i met a stranger who wanted me to tutor her daughter in her ESL skills. Well I went back home, broke down, stretched and fell asleep.
This Friday, i have to meet up the SYRIAN friend at the station, and as we are texting each other while i’m in the bus approaching the area. The time i get down from the bus, i see the dude standing with someone with long white robe and a bandana tied on his head with cool shades on. It’s sultan khan, the weirdo who had come in his cruise-ship all the way from china. We greeted each other and went inside the mosque after a 7 minute walk. I’m too excited to finally have found the mosque, in the mosque I barely understand what the chapel is preaching, from the other side sultan is asking to wrap his scarf around my head to which I kept responding on a NO/NO. After prayers I rushed to the cupboards where many books are stacked in boxes. They come in different languages, I picked a couple for my neighbors and students. I’m in the middle of lifting handouts and brochures that i felt someones hand being placed on my shoulder, it’s a PAKISTANI whom the SYRIAN brought close to me for an introduction that fortunately i knew his language exchanging only a few words while searching for books (my ignorance) then I heard someone speaking FARSI, I turned my face and begin speaking to him in Persian language, then there was an Indian with whom i spoke to in his native language. They were surprised to see a boy speaking multiple languages. It was good, and at the end we said goodbyes and i returned all the way back home.
The mosque is usually full of people from different nations, races and walks of lives. Everyone has a one or two people around them from their home country. I unfortunately have no one from my country, but am glad to be able to speak to some in their own language. There are a few people i know From my country of origins whom aren’t interested in coming to masjid, the place i was introduced by the syrian and to where i introduced an African from Cameron and another African from Somalia who luckily end up meeting another Somalian who had been coming to the mosque for a sometime. I made a friend who turned out to be phony and two faced that hurt me at the end as i figured out all the realities about him afterwards. Well, who can imagine that you’d find a spy in the holy worshiping place with our pure and clean intentions of praying, meditation and recitation of the Koran? I take it as a lesson and will be careful in making friends again, not that i would be doubting people for being mean-spirited or such but stick to the reality that there are good and bad everywhere. If these people come in the mosque, pretend as saint muslims and at the same time do their evil activity of putting innocent lives in trap then ISIS sure as hell are the similar people committing violence and crimes against humanity in the name of Islam (that despises them big). I’m glad to have been learning and experiencing such bizzare situations which have become part of my growth and learning. I sometimes shudder to even think of how much people fake themselves just in order to get infos that they are to transmit to their Satanic Masters. Amazing how a tiny bearded man disappeared after he asked me about the decoy fake friend that i acted as i never knew anyone by that name and then telling him about my awareness of their sick games they had been playing. As I come to realize these real life events, it shocks me from top to bottom, to some extent making me feel disappointed losing my hope in humanity but to the other side i  feel thankful learning about the ups and downs – the good, the bad and the ugly existence in our lives and take them all as greatest lessons to learn from. You’d see cops and their paid informants and some church missionaries in the form of very devoted nice Muslims. They put on costumes such as Yamaka tupees, and long dresss with their beards fully grown and then their women in full hijabs. I used to get shock big time as each time i see these people coming out to their reality colors little by little before my eyes. This new revertee game has sort of turned their favourite play with the rest knotting in  connection with the people i kept an eye on ever since my coming. They spread around in different directions of the mosque, sit in corners, center, and  talk to one of those Muslims sitting next to them. Awful to realize how they would follow me, sat next to and speak to me with one of whom i thought could be a good friend in the future, by whom i was taken to a mormon church, by whom i was finally asked to get baptised, well what? are you insane or what? I come from a religiously interfaith family. I have studied religion since childhood and know about all those prophets much better than these trying to teach in a twisted way with very little aquaintance about Religion in general. No thanks!  i would be ashamed if my little brothers figure this out, the little boys who’d make Jehovah witness missionaries run away with just few simple questions. There are usually questions asked from those informants and missionaries to which this time the head of the mosque reacted a little angrily. The kind of question about Majsid finances that they wanted to get deep into. They wanted detailed Infos about the gainst and expenditures which made them sound like some official audits running interrogations on the mosque monetary system. Basically any muslim rich man takes part in financiang the mosque, majority of the funds come from Saudi Arabia, no one is forced to pay nor threatened to go to hell in case they don’t want to, just shining the light on the scenario of how they force people to pay for the churches which i have learned about from my various visits. I shall congratulate my brain for its wonderful functionality, figuring things out through critical thinking. Well, the fake ass muslims, the spies, they act so good that sometimes i don’t doubt their outstanding performances, which ironically one of them almost exposed their entire institution functions. They’re predictably very dangerous people who keep creeping and trolling innocent Muslims then set them up to something that they could find and excuse to arrest. This evening they brought a younger version of that fake ex friend who stood next to me and performed prayers. I then got up and changed location. Interestingly I saw the bald guy who’s a cop talking to him in a vague manner that you’d hardly understand, well I’m very precise and exact into catching such traps. On the stairs while am talking to an old indian man, the other informant whom I ignore disrupts our conversation and asked where i was from. I didn’t answer back and pretended like I don’t know the question which the indian man asked in his language and then I said where I can be from? Earth of course. Then I saw the same parasite telling that bald secret cop who nodded and have him thumps affirming his message. What a sick bunch of lunatics! I just wrote an email to my lawyer explaining everything and asking for a meeting in the coming Tuesday. I have to do something before I’m trapped in their filthy ambush and get jailed for things they’d make up, things I haven’t done. So there is another one of these parasites stalking me in the park in homeless man’s disguise. He waits in the street corner next to the flower shop and then walks inside with his empty boxes that he carries with himself to make a sense of homeless man act.
Now this black car parked across the street, I looked at it with a little suspicion and then heard the ignition sound and it started driving in circle for about 4-5 times until I finished doing my exercise and as I try crossing the street it rolled slowly past me making a U turn in front of me, I changed my direction to the other sidewalk. I have many thoughts running in my mind as I am in the middle of the way walking I heard the sound of vehicle crash, it was the same car that kicked the motorbike rider threw him on the curb with his motorcycle flying next to him. I was very shocked from the incident and paced a little faster and headed straight home.
…….Continue
I’ve moved in a completely different place, totally a new environment. I applied for a job through a Facebook post which was shared by many people that successfully got the attention of a girl whose dad was a city councilman and an owner of a big company. That evening I was invited over for a volunteering service in baking vegan pizza over an acquaintance’s house. He’d called on many of his other friends as well and together we all made a restaurant workers bond. We served people well, I was the one to make pizza pie cuts and do the toppings and design stuff so that the waiters could come and take them for costumes waiting at tables. It were too many, very crusty and delicious an came out perfect. At the end we were tipped good by the clients. We went over this new friends home, I was sitting In the front seat and his girlfriend in the back with all those dishes and trays and uncooked pizzas. In the middle of the road the car stopped, there was an evident fear in their faces. They were worried about the money of getting robbed, he called his dad who showed up in few minutes after we were done pushing the car to the curb for a parking spot. We quickly sat in his fathers car that his cars engine started working. We drove in their home. Was a beautiful big house. I was so tired that I went straight to the room and fell asleep. We spent the Sunday watching movie, playing cards, games and chatting about how to make vegan milk and cheese.  We had a nice lunch altogether and a nice hot tea with ginger, kinda my favourite way. We then drove to the center where I was staying, I had to pack my bags and move to my friend Helens house who was to go and spend a one month vacation in San Francisco California. I had to take care of cats, lemon and Bethany. Lemon is very gentle, an introvert while Bethany is a piece of fireball, too disrupting, always tries to get on his nerve by annoying him in different forms.
This evening, I got followed by the same guy who’s masking himself to be of turkish national. He asked me if I spoke English language, I told him I do but I prefer speaking in Latin. He then shrugged and looked at me in that surprising manner I believe how evil it was but thankfully the elevator stopped at the 9th floor and came in 2 passengers that kind of became a barrier between me and that Mossad agent. He offered me a leave after the two other people took off, I accepted it and shook my head in agreement and happy in my heart to have the opportunity of getting away from him, but he somehow manages to run and turn ahead of me as I’m out in the street. He cleverly walked the same trail I come and go, the way connecting university to hostel. He finally veered left and went inside a plaza, where he probably stays. I crossed the street as I regularly do to make my way toward the university campuses. I have so many questions in my mind and I believe that he is out by some agency to stalk, and suck me up with all information they’re looking for. I remembered being asked how quickly I’ve learned this language by that South African dude who’s in the mosque as in imam with a talent of sweeper. That guy with ISIS leader outfit and nickname and then the other tattooed fitness freak are sure Mossad or police informants. Then those other inactive kind of informants who walk and pass by like parasites floating around whales, eating it’s leftovers. There are actually many of them and they keep bringing more people to get my attention and make me utter words they want to fill themselves in with. The Afghan, the Indians, the pakis and few Arabs, it’s quite like a team they have set up around the mosque.
This world is sure a prison for a believer, our prophets have gone through the hardest of times and have suffered enormous pain, sorrow and fought the battle against evil. Remembering which it kind of removes the pain from our chests with the notification of what God has chosen for us and how we come to pledge more allegiance and hopes to his glorious will. Otherwise you wouldn’t imagine how does it feel to e among the vicious mob who are positioned like a bunch of hungry vulture in different directions ready for an attack. This is Jehad and a battle against evil, bad and dark side of humanity.
today one of these informant almost choked as he walked into the elevator full of Arabs. It seemed like the Tom&Jerry cartoon scene when Tom ties Jerry in that railway and climbs the train to run him over with and Jerry keeps doing that Hindu style prayer for his life. Then I remembered an Indian guy stepping in and then speaking in a different language pretending that he has no knowledge of this language, excuse me fool, you have that Bank employment card hanging on your neck which testifies that you are a liar a very bad liar. He gets off in 8th floor and as we reach the 10th he’s already ahead of us with his bag placed in the corner. What in the bizarre world is that? Ok fine with all that what can I say about the other staged event that’s taking place in the mosque, a new informant is introduced by the palestinian buddy of this Mossad agent pretending to be a nicey muslim wearing ISIS outfit and using his name which makes him like a real fool. He comes close as I’m siting next to this new drama character, praises him, gives him false sermon and shows him perform prayer without reciting a single verse, and does it in a yoga style like he’s on some loose playground. He then quickly goes and plays a chapter through his cellphone and gets himself busy doing conversation. He was objected for that a couple of weeks ago by visiting preachers from Middle East and Asia for playing Quran verses and then talking. The funny part is after all this he runs to the ablution unit to perform ablution, seriously – wasn’t that supposed to be thought and shown to that new comer? When Allah S.W.T shames a satan. He then brags about his wife being able to speak many languages to those people. He is way too friendly with people which is another great evidence of being a police agent out for a trophy hunt.
As I finish prayers and am about to leave the mosque, I feel nudged and stopped by one of these Indians who asks me if I’m an Arab, to which I simply responded no and went outside knowing that person was willing to drag and keep me until he’s satisfied with the information he’s pushed to suckle. I feel bad about that Afghan woman, God knows how much they’re disturbing her, might as well her sons? They are way too predictable. They see every movement you make, what makes you interested and what disgusts you, all. And then they bring those stuff up to you in a scenario form hard to imagine. He keeps hissing to people stuff about me just to get the confusion going mostly the guy who criticized me for wearing shorts. Since that day he and his other buddy sit next to him, they actually have working hours. Fridays and then the breaking fast time that they show up and then those number of people that spread around very attentive to what they hear/see. I barely speak to that Afghan woman, cause I don’t want her to get in any trouble. She’s actually a sweet and kind woman, I like her. She has a sad story of having her home wrecked in the 2001 war because of the Taliban and NATO war. She was touring around India with her husband and then she gets a call from family who as well had moved out of the country for their safety. It’s very devastating to lose your asset, your home and everything in the ugly war. Well, but she’s doing fine, that’s least what I say despite the fact she doesn’t seem happy dealing with all this shit.
I’m on my way to the building, I see this evil In disguise with those cool ass sunglasses which he usually wears them for taking those fake muslim selfies with his wife. Apparently he’s been married to a muslim, probably of palestinian origin whom he can use to get fruitful resources of Infos on anything. So he’s standing there with the other Jewish gangs and then points at me saying something, I pretend to have seen nothing and enter the block. He then comes after me with his fake salutations, the handshake very different to transmit the idea of he’s aware of what I know. He has many people inside the mosque, for example this very old man who names himself Abdullah that always keeps peeking from the brink of the benches he sits on while I’m performing ablution. Then there is the other jerk whom I had seen example of in another place, last year. He seems so desperate and quiet that anything he could burst in tears and cry, all so very dramatic. He also knows what I know about him and his satanic buddies. There is this other guy with a longish beard, he keeps sitting in the center and reads books which I barely could see what sort but he’s sure like the other one I saw in another mosque last year. They probably have the same chain of activities and characters going everywhere. The funny part is that this man who’s so quiet and calm sitting In the center complains about me today to the same man the other 2 were provoking against me. It’s lie they are so much hopeful in their attempt tryouts and do it in a repetitive manner through different actors so that they get any chance or opportunity grounding the possible ways of attacking me? But I’m playing nice, I do it sweetly coherent all along. So far so good, that’s all I can say.
Anthony, the American guy who created this English conversation group is an FBI or maybe CIA agent, so are Mike, Scott and few others I don’t know. Anthony usually comes in a different timing sequence, sometimes late and sometimes early. He always goes to somewhere isolated and uses his cellphone which I believe he’s sending out Infos to his masters. Scott installing those cameras in classrooms and then that Brazilian who had lived in the UK speaking in that whispering voices sometimes who somehow admitted himself to being a police sometime are another hardworking agents. But since I’m a good person, with no criminal records and no any bad intentions, I’ve got nothing to worry about. I take it all easy and enjoy the drama. Last week Scott calls on him as we are in the teachers room, he keeps telling him about his house and uses location identifications to which he gets up and goes over his computer, Jaquie the Australian girl goes after him, I got up with a very reluctant interest and instead kept looking for the class activity booklet which Scott copied and organized from somewhere. Those behaviours are pretty strange and sometimes disturbing but I try to maintain calm and be nice to these idiots who overrate themselves of being smart while I can wriggle and shake and pick up the pieces I want in seconds. Maybe it’s a potential and experience that has made me this strong and intelligent. I know people and their tendency the time I meet them, mostly from their conversation style. They are using Fabiana, the woman who’s doing PHD in translation and literature. Alice the Italian girl who’s here with her mom and brother. Her mother works for the Italian embassy and her brother I have no idea but I find it strange that Alice can’t speak anything of portuguese language. She speaks amazing Persian. We always speak Persian when we are in those meet and greet events. There is this guy named Julio who speaks many languages, then Jonatas who asked me out for dinner thinking I was a girl hahaha or maybe he had some other hidden agendas which i did not have any idea about but surely know it’s all a set up drama coated in this sweet trap but wait, to what level seriously are they digging and what the hell do they want from me? well, I went to the translators event and saw that Julio and Jonatas who showed up an hour later after  my arrival. I was actually picked by Fabiana in her car, who had invited me to join another event which i may have confused with this one. There is this guy named Walter who tells me stuff about what he sees my country through the medias perspective and then there is also this girl named Patricia from Italy. Ah, Interestingly strange stuff going around but I’m happy to take it as a chance to evolve and learn as much as I can.
Just to steer away the story a little, This is Leia, the baby of the house. Whom I was too scared of the time I came here with the friend who drove me all the way from higienopolis to here, the moment I entered, she started barking violently, I was calm and didn’t make any move but my friend tried to be cool with her that didn’t turn out quite well, she jumped over and almost bite his hand. She was powerful and vigilant, i thought she was a male dog for sometime until I figured out that Leia is a female name (chuckles). One of the dwellers of the dormitory whose from Cape-Verde doing biomedicine in here showed me the rooms, my friend said to not choose the rooms inside the building because of the probable noise of people watching tv and using the washroom to which I nodded back in agreement. I am a very morning person, I like waking up early, exercising and having a nice breakfast plus my classes are all morning time. It used to be evening time back when I was a full time Finance assistant in a company located in another city which was a 58 minutes far away bus+train+BriskWalk. And right now I am working in a school as an English teacher for elementary and pre-high schoolers. So coming back to Leia, I hated her at the beginning, I never liked it when Vanessa, my roommate opened the door and she entered sniffing and smelling my blanket, sheets and books and bags, I’m actually a little allergic to dogs, I am a cat person, but am so much in love with huskies. I used to love Helen’s cats each Lemon and Bethany and then the new comer called Elizabeth. They were fun kitties, always fighting and playing. Bethany hated Elizabeth and she always disturbed lemon, a complete isolated introvert cat by following and teasing him all around the house. He is no longer alive. He had health issues and seizures and suffered from a lot of pain. I used to keep Bethany or Elizabeh in the bedroom so that they don’t fight and make noises all night long. Bethany is a sweetheart, I love her. She’d climb up the bed and chase Mosquitos until she catch and kill them. She is a very intelligent, curious cat I’ve ever seen. She’s sleep next to me purring. She’s now with elizabeth since lemon is gone for good. So getting back to Leia, she used to look at me and bark as I come out of the room in order to use the restroom outside. I’m actually in room 11th which is outside. She’d bark and almost attack as I come out and get in back into my room. Time went by and I kind of got used to it, until I saw her one day turning over the trash can of the toilet and begin eating those used toilet papers, holyef! How nasty, I kind of got angry and would scold her to which she appeared to be scared and embarrassed and walk away from me hiding behind those wooden boxes outside. We slowly grew friendship as she followed me from the time I walked all the way to kitchen and back to my room. The moment I enter the kitchen, this dog would come after me with the intention of fishing out edible stuff from inside the organic garbage basket. I would use the get out phrases in different languages such as BORO-GUMSHO, SAIDAI, PASSA, CAIRFORA, NIKLJAO which meant GET OUT until she got one and left immediately. I’d express my disgust as she entered my room and my roommate would hug and touch her calling her cute/adorable. There are people like Elvis and Gabs who don’t like her and se kind of jumps on them and bites them, to which they made official complains in the coordination, several times over the last few months. It was one day when Andres, the Columbian dude  bought her a lace and I decided that I’d be taking her out for a walk, I did and it was wonderful. She felt great to her spirit flying around and tiptoeing inside the bushes. She’d pull herself hard as se saw other dogs being carried by their owners. She was a shameless pig to me as she’d sit and shit in the middle of the street. I had to pick it and throw it in the dumpster, yuck! on our way back home, we saw a man being caught by two other guys wrestling and wriggling with so much sweat dropping from his face. He was a burglar, who tried robbing a woman that got stopped by a man working in the hotel nearby. Then there are passengers passing by and cursing him, a black guy stopped by and begin beating him so badly that he begin to bleed in his head. They keep tormenting him until a woman asked them to stop but these people are so pissed that they even cursed that lady and others who uttered a word in his defence. I was with Leia standing over and watching the heartbreaking scenario. Minutes passed and then a cop vehicle came and two police officers jumped out of the car with handcuffs in their hands eyeing the man like owls. They pressed him against the wall, kicked him and stomped him hard that he turned around and fell on the ground. They grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up and pressed him in a swing putting those cuffs on pushing him into the backseat. There were people with silent faces and the drama was over as they took off. Few students were watching the incident, one crying in pain as she couldn’t take it. We went inside and I was tired and hungry so made myself a breakfast and ate it with a reluctant appetite thinking about what happened outside. It’s hard for me to believe how emotionally I’ve gotten attached to Leia. I kind of care about her and wonder where she has gone as I don’t see her following me at times, then I realize that she is in Karens room. Well Karen is a nice girl from Ecuador, she is at her final years studying medicine in the federal university. We have a visitor a very kind and caring woman, Liane’s mother, Liane is studying Journalism and is in her final years. She’s a sweetheart and a Godmother to me. She loves Leia and always gives hugs her and gives very much attention to her while she is visiting. I’m going to travel with her and see her hometown the next morning. She has some dogs that she madly loves. I am going to enjoy visiting her family and home. I’m a little worried about Leia, cause she knows that she’s going to be taken far away from the place she grew up among so many people of different kind. She wanted to smell and get to know that little chihuahua breed when she felt scared and then Leia starts barking until her owners get mad and curse me and others who were with Leia in the park. I will lose a very nice companion, who always disturbed me and did crazy shit in the house.
IMG_2343
It’s Thursday morning and I’m packing my stuff, Leia keeps running back and forth prolly worried if I was going to leave her just like Sandin. I saw the sad look at her face eyeing me and standing a little far. She usually walks away and sits in those corners when sad, but as I came out of the house, she ran as I was about to close the door. Her eyes seems tearful and she had this quiet behaviour of disbelief of what was happening. I smiled at her and said you will be fine sweetheart, hope you enjoy your new home and friends. I heard her whines and soft barks as we got in the UBER car. Gabi, the grandchild of Liane’s mom is a little sick, on the verge of puking, her grandma worried starts searching medicine in her perse until the driver hands her those cool mints. Gabi carries a piggy, and a pillow of the piggy she’s kept for 4 years. She told me how important those things are for her. She even celebrates their birthdays together with hers. She is a wise, calm child. Her mother abandoned her to her dad who rarely is at home, so it’s her grandparents who look after her and are raising her. They are doing everything to make her feel at home. Her parents have separated, her mother has moved somewhere else leaving Gabi and her little sister behind. Her dad has a heart problem so he has left Gabi’s little sister named Manu with a woman he pays for taking care of her. I usually carry my favourite book with me when I’m travelling. This time it is John Grisham’s amazing publication called “A time to kill” it is a horrifying story of an 8 year old little black girl who gets picked up on her way in the gravel by drunk white men who take her out in the woods, beat her and rape her bad  and then throw her tormented body in the neighbourhood, they get followed, charged guilty and are currently undergoing jail baits with the father of the girl plotting his revenge. As I’m reading my Godmother talks to me about things she saw back in the dorm, and expresses her worries about those people who are not really Pursuing what they have actually come after. She is right about that group of folks smoking joints, drinking and laughing loud after midnights with no further respect for the community around the students dormitory breaking the law and regulations of being decent students. I have already emailed the coordination and  filed my complaint about their disturbing behaviour. I used to be part of their gang until they pressured me to smoke and drink with them. I with the sense of self responsibility and modesty, coming from a conservative family stood my ground and made my decision to walk away from their circle which they are angry and upset about. I hear them talk, then laugh and then cry after midnights which is very obnoxiously disturbing destroying my schedule timeline. Gabi is sleeping and on our way to their beautiful city we get shocked at a devastating accident that took lives of few people. A bus collided with a truck and there are people severely injured and death. Our bus had to take a turn back and drive into another city making it 40 minutes more drive to the city because of heavy traffic due to that tragic incident. I plugged in my earphone and begin to listen to sad songs, then I felt getting nudged by Godmom she showed me the place she used to work and then another she ate at her lunch intervals from work. It is a green, quiet and clean bushy place with fresh air. I got to see a city which I heard about from few people, and the bus finally stops, we get down, her husband was their, he greeted and hugged us with a happy face. We took a taxi and rode all the way to their home. It’s a beautiful suburban home, well painted and nicely built. I loved their wooden house, little dogs that came running and threw themselves on the mother who came back after a week long visit. They have oranges, lemon, and Mandarin in their backyard that has a nice smell circulating around. We had lunch, then coffee together. They seem religious and very traditional family. I like it, the way they value and appreciate little things. She has a blind brother that they are looking after and one of their dogs named Luma is so protective of him not leaving anyone around him. The other dog named Laila has a tumour below her nose. She kind of sneezes a lot, which I asked the reason and was explained about by the family. I was tired so I took a short nap, I woke up and walked in the salon, they set the table with cookies, cake, and coffee, tasted good. The doorbell rings, it’s Gabi’s father who’s probably back after work. His mom didn’t want to see him, so her husband closed the door and he made his way from entrance to the house behind, it’s actually a house his parents built him when he was married. Gabi went outside to greet her dad and they went inside their home. It’s a sad story of how people change, not respecting their parents who bore, and raise them until they come to this point of becoming selfish and ruthless to them, seriously? I hope things work out between them and that they are united all again.
Well, The father invites me for a hike, Gabi and I accompany him. He shows his beautiful backyard and green house and the entire town around to me. We walk into the playground where I sit to take a short break from the tiredness. He jokes with boys and girls and fakes a language to which one of those boys play along. We then went to his nephews house, they have their son out on an evangelical mission in Cambodia. They are surprised at how well I speak their language, and get shocked as I tell them I speak 7 other languages besides theirs. The woman who is married to his nephew has a kindergarten kinda business in her house, you know, taking care of little kids while their parents are away at a work and etc. they have a cute son named Diego, similar to that of Zelia’s cat, wait you know her? Well she is a wonderful personality from Cape Verde. She graduated from pharmacy faculty, worked her experience in that field and is now trying to pursue another career at the federal university. Minutes passed by and I saw mom coming in, she was alone and probably saw us as she was visiting her friend nearby. We had a long, interesting conversation with Gabi and Diego playing hide and seek. Moments passed and then we left their place after goodbyes. Mom went to her another friends home with Gabi. The man knows the entire place bits to bits and explains every place with it’s historic background to me. He showed me his basement which he dug and excavated for sometime until he made a room for timbers for winter use and place to work on carpentry and other fixation. The dogs keep smelling and barking as I use that shaky ladder to climb that roof. He has plans to carryout in order to make more space for the house. We had a nice dinner, Liane called and asked about me. We played a little with those dogs, read magazines and watched some tv programs. They wonder if my sleeping schedule and dietary plan is facing any kind of conflict in this visitation to which I simply smiled and expressed no worries. I took a shower, and brushed my teeth and placed a glass of lemon mixed water my favourite thing to drink in the mornings after I wake up from sleep in the cupboard and hit the sack after goodnights.
I have had such a wonderful time in this new city. we went on the longest rides, visiting museums, parks, old monumental places and many other historic figures. The man is so kind and fun that asks to take my pictures at every spot as a source of memory, i took some at the church to show the appreciation of his hospitality. on the following day we were to go on a tour in the train station which is a tourist point for visitors in the city. i forgot my return ticket in my pants pocket which was not seen by the mother and was spoiled in the washing machine. As i am back from the long walk through the parks, wood and estranged neighborhoods, i rememebred my ticket and rushed to the laundry basket where i left it before leaving home, it wasn’t there so i went in the hall and after few minutes of hesitations begin to ask if the laundry was done, she said yeah and i bite my tongue saying if she had my ticket safe for my return, she looked at me all surprised and sighned “oh dear, i just washed your clothes” with that she left to the laundry room and begin searching, we went outside in varanda and searched the pockets of my pants but there was nothing except for the shreds of the paper. The man smiled and said, no worries we’ll go over there and see if they can give us another copy but the problem is that they didn’t register my identification embedded with ticket, which is not possible to obtain another copy of the ticket from that travel agency. We rode a bus all the way to the bus station and went straight ahead to that section, luckily the girl was there and after explanation the girl said she can’t do anything abou the sold tickets as they don’t register peoples personal identification numbers along. She refered us to the supervisor who openly welcomed me to get on but it wasn’t the day i was supposed to return so i held back and said my return was on monday. we went back home all happy after i helped learn how to withdraw cash from those ATM machines, we went to a large park with beautiful flowers and then climbed those big stairs overlooking the center of the city. It was a nice day, we went home and lunch was ready. Antonio is the brother of mom who has gone blind due to some health problems he had a couple of years ago, maybe 5. The man sometime gets so depressed that in these cold winter nights he sweats badly soaking his bed. He is on a medication, they use those eyedrops to help him not dry his eyes, which raised a question how would a blind person need an eye drop, but later came to understand as his tear veins or pipes whatever you call them dries and that kind of creates respiratory problems for him. He knows the way to the bar he used to drink but his brother in law is worried abou the negative peer pressure out there who are making him to smoke joints with them that kind of worsens his health situation leaving the man addicted to stuff he should be paying for despite the not so good financial condition. coming back to Antonio, he usually leads the prayer before starting the meal with everyone sitting around listening and repeating it. They have 3 pets, did i mention them? they are lovely animals. Qeeka is the angry one whom they put the shirt on saying “I am beautiful but i bite” for those who aren’t familiar with the doggie. Laila is the shy one, she gets really embarrsed with a strong hearbeat as they put her jacket on, and runs around the house hiding in one of those room corners until it is removed from her. Luma is a very decent and obident one who always does whatever she is told, for e.g; if you tell her to take a shower, she will go straight to the washroom, or if you tell her to sit in her place in case she is in the wrong location, she gets up and goes to that specific couch, and all stand and walk to their room as being called for a night.
IMG_2315
It has been two fridays that i did’t attend the prayers in the mosque, because of my travel outside the city and because of the work that kept me awaited unti the final hours. I am determined to go there this week, Hoepfully without any trouble caused by that satan and his buddies. I saw one of the attendees last night as i was coming back from the drug store. The same man they were provoking against me, the one i saw in June while coming back from IrishPub. He seems like a humble and nice person, in spite of his criticsm on my clothing code in April last, which they paved the ground to get him attack me on several occasion which he denied defending my decency on spot. I feel to tell these people the truth about those wicked evils but i am afraid if they may have connection with them except for that one brother from Yemen who strongly condemned and called their acts as descriminatory in public sermon her gave some few fridays back in the mosque. I will try to atleast somehow tell them in a vague manner as i scared that freak with the word “Munafiqeen” that i asked for definition from those people from arab origins that kind of got his attention and i saw how worried he seemed. He tried so many ways to get to me but honey i a m well experienced person with a brain that would take you thirsty to the sea and back which is a famous proverb in Dari langtuage back in my homeland. I stay very alert and awake and get amazed by the fact how things turned out to be exactly the way i predict them. for Example those informants with desperate faces haha whom i crossed and registered in my doubt list the very first time of my visit. and how these people appeared to be scattering around me with the two main characters admiring me coming from a different country then one of them complaining about their government to which i responded neutral and clearly showed my disgust to politics emphasizing my focal point on my studies and work. It might get wider and worse in the future but what really matter here is my attitude and control which is a saving grace, indeed.
People talk about cultural shocks at time of your visitation of another country, from which I specifically remembered my friend Gary, who used to advise me to be prepared for any kind. What I find shocking here is people sleeping on streets, with a condition that’s a lot worse than animals. I also find it shocking to see a triple squad of military police trying to kick out poor people out of their occupied territory with a helicopter flying on their head, this form of bully is very shocking to me.
So I contacted this well known preacher who is currently serving in one of the beautiful mosques in another city. I told him about this fake Muslim, first he went on insisting to tell the police, then he stopped and begin to talk in his defence like how he is a trusted man in the community and how he knows this man for 10 years and how he used to come in disguise of Rambo, I felt embarrassed that maybe I have committed a wrong mistake but as I come to read about Jewish intelligence working as imams wow, I am mind boggled with this stream of Informations and begin to think of this preacher to be in the same fallen category.
It is probably that these kind of shocking informations stimulate the feelings and thoughts of that imam who stood up in defence of this Mossad agent is anther loyal darling of the same industry. my curiosity is taking me for deeper depts knowing stuff that I had no idea about their existence and how it turns out to be quite right the way I forecast it. It also reads here about another Jewish agent posing as Muslim preacher https://nodisinfo.com/zionist-mole-omar-aka-fustuk-bakri-supports-fake-woolwich-attack/ seems like they penetrate inside every belief groups to gain knowledge and support onward their benefits. I still do owner how come that imam stood in defence of that Jew who disguises himself as a Muslim with that Isis leaders outfit and name he put on himself. It is beyond disgusting to see how much low he steeped down with all those falsifications he has wrapped himself . He introduces himself to be from Mosul, Iraq the birthplace of baghdadi, another Israeli secret agent disguised as Isis commander in chief.
I’m deeply saddened by the sudden passing of a critical preacher who was very outspoken and brilliant. He knew how to tackle tense situation that the Jewish intelligence member was creating among Muslim brothers. The man knew what I knew, he sure knew the way he’d look at that puppetry icon sitting there fingering the mosque matters. I tried a lot to tell him about my discoveries but as I tried leaving I was stopped by some Indian acting confused asking me silly questions. I only once was able to reach him and compliment his sermon he gave that Friday. The Jew and his other gangs would peek from corners and follow as I was leaving the mosque. In just a second I’d find these pests behind me as I turned around and looked at my back. I’m upset by what these cruel evils have done to such a good person. They are predictable at their quest for someone’s life destruction. I contacted the school Vice President and told her about how I am being followed by this sporty outlandish kinda looking assassinator type man around the neighbourhood I live. She emailed the lawyers and asked them if they could have a better advice for me to accompany as you may know how wicked and dangerous these groups of people can be plotting and performing assassination of people they feel threatened by in split seconds.
At workplace my boss, an ex NYPD has hired the man he had sent over in an Italian conversation group. His English is poor, and he’s hardly able to construct a genuine sentence. This dirty game is on the verge of stinking as it reaches its nasty level. As for me, I’m cool and keeping calm with all of this. He sometimes uses Jackie, one of our Australian colleagues to make it’s easier approach for a hit but as I’m an innocent, peaceful human being, they fail to find things they’re looking in me. From English conversation group, Giovanna their other paid puppetry actress keeps messaging me although I have never known her or have spoken to her from very close. Just like Beatriz and Ana, she too was supposed to be one of my private students that Marybel the other agent mistress pushed into my life routine. I just remembered how Alice, their other paid murmur from Italia that they hired, speaks nice Persian but in English text, sad. Kept looking for things of the very same agenda they have been pushing since February, the time I met their master agent Anthony in a tracking event back in Rolante. Cesar, without a doubt is supposedly working for them or maybe shares some level of interest as I saw the police related cards in his drawer, is introduced in the group through an invitation from Rulf, one of their top agents who recently enjoys travelling around the world. The nerdy dude named Cesar who always walks with Jonatas behind the scene, training him to hit on me, is very apparent in his pursuit of what they are paying him for. So this Jonatas dude they brought in, calls me a girl pretentiously which am clearly sure he’s been trained to do that but failure is why their fate seems to be destined as they never come to find anything productive to their mission. Fabiana the other plastic surgery model wannabe who’s is in her 40’s made her unsuccessful attempt to hit on me by telling me she’d been planning to kidnap me in her car as we were heading to the translators event last month. All these fake ass people pretending to be your friend are indeed paid actors working for FBI, Mossad and many other terror inciting agencies who spy and hunt people for the money they are given in exchange for their every nail they drive. This project seems to be expensive with an expensive bounty as they keep brining in people from all walks of live and segments for the acquisition of the mission they are set to accomplish.
This Friday I’m called by a creepy middle aged man, who seems to be of police agent into a conversation. It happens when I’m putting on my shoes, he looks at me and uses the body language and I nod back as ok. As I’m in the elevator with the other people, he asks me this stupid question of where I was going and on and on, I responded accordingly and then left as I told him I was in a hurry. I know from whom he’s coming from. That Mossad agent who’s pretending to be a nice Muslims with the name Abobakr. Sometimes I wonder if people are gone dead deaf, blind and dumb not realizing things happening around them. How on earth could they accept this evil bastard as their member? Then later he updates his profile picture with a man doing the thinking posture. Jews sure are wanting to take over Muslims by getting into their circles and pretending to be one of them, even trying out to be their imam. There are  several sources that confirms this claim to be true. It’s not one or two places but plenty with those vicious evils coming into the disguise of Muslim clerks messing things around for Muslims putting them into war against one another. They are pushing them into Isis and etc other entities where they have their own placed puppets leading them into destruction. I emailed my lawyer every details of what happened back in the day and asked for their help. I have already told them about beforehand and been waiting for their response and their way of approaching this problem. Flora the very experienced, well educated girl in the dorm advised to stay calm and relax when confronting these people. She had been a victim of many illegal police assault. She told me the story of her cooking pizza for her boyfriend that night and how the police had entered her home, scaring her with their rifles while wearing civilian clothes and how they pressed her against the wall violently searching her and how hey turned he house upside down looking for their target that had escaped and somehow may have entered her house without being noticed at the expense of her information. It hurts me mentally and physically as I get to see all of this happening. A society who spend their waking hours with a helicopter flying over their head 3 to 4 times a day, grow up to be frightened which could lead PTSD, people who accept it with a false notion of being secure.
The big brother never backs off from his tryings pushing in his fairly trained actors into my personal life matters. today as I broke the ice with the news of receiving a connection invitation from a top CIA agent which shocked them all pretty much in the teachers room, he sent Rita after me who pretended to be nice and a little creepy to me by offering some confused directions addressing my problems but none seemed helpful. Jackie comes to me saying I do t have to cover her class this time. The moment I try to get out of school, good lord, I have this sad stomach that drives me to the toilet, I went back to the teachers room to get my bag and there Scott touches my bag saying “let me get hold of your little fag bag” then he goes commenting his opinions about how it is and him using it back in NY and etc. I left after saying goodbye, I’m walking toward the highway and there in the street I see Rita walking, she’s wearing nice dress and is doing those old movie scenes picking up non edible fruits from its branches. I said hi and was rushing ahead that I heard her saying “nice weather ” to which I nodded in confirmation, then she asks for my phone number and if I was interested in hanging out with her this Wednesday. Aw girl, stop it, your games does not affect me a little. I know all sh** don’t make it more awful. I honestly didn’t say them in words but in my own mind. I simply told her, sure that’d be nice and I gotta go or i’ll miss my bus, bye – see you. I clearly saw the disappointment in her face, be it. You can’t fool someone with all of this life experience and this try ain’t no nice. You have to walk in my hoe and go through all what I have been the past years of my life, silly girl.
I visited my lawyer and psychologist the following day after arguing with the Jewish teacher about the land and border matters in terms of humanity and equality. The jerk rants about holocaust 24/7 and affirms what Jews do is a right thing dropping the reasons on cultural and area background. It doesn’t make any sense, how could one simply justify all this gravity of the situation upon someone’s whereabouts and racial profiles? The saddest part he was justifying the suffering of Muslims to be upon a reason while crying out about the same steps Jews had gone through. He had no clear point of defence and veered the topic back and forth into a confusing point. I have the profiles of these people chasing and bothering me and I shared them with my lawyer. Least they will have something to document for few percent of proof to what I am complaining about.
I have this question puzzled in my mind forever, “why are Jews pretending to be Muslims?” Is it a technique they want to play to move forward and take gain of status in any positions such as imam, or cleric or preacher? or maybe a way of establishing some sort of control over the population over time so that they later begin their planned activities they have been working on for that long? It is still confusing and I can’t clearly come up with an answer, no I can share this with anyone because in this day you cannot trust anybody. Here is a website talking about Jews and exposing few of their secret intelligence members posing as Muslim and Christians https://mikeyy.org/2015/09/13/jews-pretending-to-be-muslims-and-christians/ and http://eyeswideopen5.blogspot.in/2013/01/jews-pretending-to-be-muslims-and.html?m=1
The more I read and find out infos about these people, the more I get shocked in disbelief. It is not a new thing, they have been doing this for ages. A lot of people know that ISIS is an Israeli secret intelligence service organization which has been publicly misinterpreted to the world to cause hate and anger on Muslims.  There are so many sources that embed the proofs showing ISIS to be of Jewish entity such as http://www.smh.com.au/national/australian-is-jihadist-is-actually-an-jewish-american-troll-20150911-gjk852.html where you can see an American Jew pretending to be ISIS jehadist trolling Australian people on the internet. Scott keeps pushing in Rita just the way he pushed his other paid informants and I am not an easy catch by which I don’t mean to get caught in criminal mask but their stupid attempt of tiring someone and then tipping them into their trap confused.
Today one of the police agents with a civilian suit entered the students house and asked about informations on how to get inside and then this flora the scared already discriminated assaulted victim of their crime explains things to him touring him around the house. I told Elvis in the kitchen that man is a cop to which he shockingly reacted and said how do I know, I smiled and said I’ve been seeing plenty of them lately. So as I walk past him, I can clearly see the change in his colour. I don’t feel to trust flora, she could be a person paid to make me a false victim.
I sometimes call on my trusted adults out of depression and talk the ongoing unpleasant matter out with them to which they feel very bad that they admire my courage, tolerance and patience to what’s happening to me, to what those mean spirited evil zionists are doing to me. They sometime say that if it were to them, they’d scream on those people out I danger and dismay. I, however not try to lose my mind over what they are doing to me, reaction, well that’s that’s what they want out of me so that they could do more to scare and depress me so that I easily fill I to their trap. I have faith in my lord, the most kind and merciful Allah SWT. I have sacrificed my all to his will and have pledge my all hopes unto him. today as I woke up around 2 and fifty something minutes, I went to the restroom then made my way to the kitchen and as I’m walking back to my room I see the same woman I saw with another woman but this time alone looking at me like big brother watching. I, like always ignored her and went straight to my room. This is awfully stressful and imagine if I were a weak person, I’d involve in some kind argument which they want and it could create some trouble for me as they are digging grounds of opportunities for such. I’m looking for psychologists and the girls from university are helping in finding a trusted one. This way I could consult these matters and ease the pain and stress in me.
These 3 weeks have been the harshest of my life with all these sniffing and spying agents all around me. In the mosque, this style of silent communication, fear of those Ashkenazi Jews pretending to be Muslim of getting exposed and their overreacting seems a little exaggerating. They are positioning people in every place to control and check my eye sight by sitting next to me, behind and across with all eyes pressed onto me like some bloody owls ready for a hunt. But my saving grace is my calm attitude, despite them being rampant, vicious and threatening I maintain my balance and keep it cool. In my neighbourhood, they have rented the condos around the house with women peeking from their windows all night long like a bunch of meerkat, it’s funny yet sometimes scary. And then those middle aged men following me out in the store or anywhere I walk in and pretend like they have nothing done meantime to some of them driving around all after and ahead. seriously, are you kidding me? Imagine if this was someone with a weaker mind, how it could have gotten handled? Hospitalization, probably a mental damage to the person are the very promising next moves in their occurrence. This is a total fear mongering, psychotic strategy pulled by these Israelis designed and programmed with the help of NYPD pimps in their political office. The reason why I step in with this notice is the discomfort of my boss when discussing this issue with colleagues before his eyes. It is sad and pathetic and waste of money and energy because they are clearly barking up the wrong tree. So what I am doing is and will be contacting humanitarian organizations, law firms and psychologists and clean this matter out at its best form as I can.
Women sitting by the window is their new strategy of bullying and inciting fear unto people. I usually do the laundry on Thursdays as it is my last working day of the week so I get to come, change clothes and take the used ones for washing. i sometimes wake up around 2 or 3 am after midnights and get out to use washroom or head to the kitchen to get a piece of lemon to mix it in the water i drink. As I pass the passage in direction to my room and the kitchen, I notice two ladies peeking from their window overlooking the student house. At times I get scared but then I think to myself, what to be afraid of? Aren’t they the ones to afraid of getting their ugly pictures exposed? i even tried to take their sap shot which I will do my best to take from the restroom door small hole to make a sense of how desperate they are in their attempt to mentally abusing people who know their true colours. It’s all happening ever since I commented under the posts of the mossad’s top puppet pretending to be some kind of Muslim scholar to these people. They are predictable parasites and could do any kind of damage to me. Last week I got followed by one of them which I ditched in sex shop full of dildos and masturbators and etc nasty sexual pleasuring toys. He entered after me and acted as if he was looking for some DVDs, I ha to buy one of those dirty stuff and then as I get out I see the same pig standing on the other side trying to cross the street. I have to admit that I do get mad at times and want to get involved in some sort of argument or conflict but then I focus and ask myself, wait isn’t it what they are trying to take a reaction from me? I ignore it then with a deep breath and get myself busy with doing something else instead. I also realized that I have to keep contacting human rights organizations and other humanitarian  groups who could help me sue these filthy bastards for which I have to gather more information like their pictures at the scene and etc for further proof.
The psychologist that i keep visiting is apparently their paid person. The way he keeps pushing in the subject and etc is very vivid that it is all coming from them. I tend to stay strong and confront them as good as I can o better say as wise as I can. They seem to have threatened people I know, paid them to keep a watchful eye on me. They are afraid of their truth getting revealed to the people. The system they have worked on and build is very strong and powerful from its essence. They way they investigate me, chase me and follow is pretty much of an evidence to their vile satanic side. I feel that they have hacked the phones of my sister and my cousin and placed that image of tortured soul pointing to be quiet. At this point I am scared for my life and I pray they don’t hurt me or my family.
The most shocking day of my life, I’ll mark it today as I get to see my stalker live from the kitchen through the window he comes in with his bag, places it behind the window kind of shelf and then takes out his cellphone looking straight at my door waiting for me to come out or maybe he got confused if I got in while I walked the passage toward the kitchen and then from there as I’m using the mixture to break in bananas, bread and dry fruits in milk. I see this man with a white shirt searching me through the house. I have this face palm moment, trying to stay still and keep watching him peeking and changing places. Then as I start the mixture he looks in hurriedly and finds out that I’m in the kitchen. I, on the other hand keep myself busy with what I was doing and pretended to have seen nothing. I sat down, all horrified in disbelief and drank my juice and went back to my room. I got myself ready for classes and came out of my room, picked the umbrella hanging behind the door and laughed about what I saw. As I get out of the house, I reached the street and just like his other companion a couple of days ago, I see this creep too standing on the other side trying to cross the street. I took out my phone and captured his image to which he acted estranged and walked past me  and crossed the street. When I entered the classes, I told the entire scenario to the school president and asked her if she could find me a lawyer. She said she knows a few people who work in international law and will soon let me know as she talks to one.
These people are acting more pathetic and are becoming clearer for my camera lens as I get to take their nice snapshots. They seems to have been bored with their jobs. Scott on the other hands wants to take me to an Island, off to the beaten track where it is dead as he described it. The way he tried to put me into his new trap is to use Jackie as an invitee to her beach house she will rent this summer where he and his Jewish mafia mobs would end up killing me and then burry my body there somewhere or throw it off to the sharks who knows. These people are so viciously predictable, afraid of their crimes being exposed before public eye. All these finances, budget and the coats of renting houses, actors to harass and scare away individuals isolating them and then victimizing them, it is disgusting. The psychologist that they have appointed is pretty much of a switched puppet they use to perform all those harassment  San etc on victimizing someone. I get to hear the same sound I heard back in psychopaths room well by that I mean the psychologist. The other night I heard this girl next door singing those graphic lyrics in a childish wailing sound to which my dorm-mate kept asking them to stop. They are becoming awful in their daily chores to cause a trauma in me as I have support of few people here who I sit and talk to in my Elaine times. they are realizing their failure and I hope that the police jails these heinous bastard terrorists. I meditated and saw a very bad tortured image of me wrapped in a coffin which clearly prohibits me from going and I am not going to let myself become a victim of these scavengers ambush. I will fight them till they are exposed and handcuffed in prison.
The more I see these people around, the more I understand their powerful wicked circles. They are everywhere for example whenever I go out to exercise, there is one of these idiots with a cellphone standing right on the other side. Then a police vehicle shows up in few meters far away. We have a nice backyard in our house where all students sit and chat altogether. And above us are condos positioned overlooking the entire house, so there are these devils eaves dropping our conversations for instance yesterday afternoon I was invited to a cinematic event by victoria and others where we went there to watch the show and to no surprise (shall better say it cause you can’t expect no less from these predictable satans) there is one of them with a black shirt and black pants (shabbath day huh) he keeps looking at me as he’s coming down from the fasfood mini restaurant above, it seemed like he was doing a confirmation if some sort, prolly matching me with the pics his other hillbilly evil satan partners sent him and then inside there is that ugly unattractive bitch who’s always sitting on the window listening to our conversations. But wait a minute, why is she wearing Jessie j outfits with her hair style she has applied on her? Nice try but you can’t look like her, especially this ugly nose that you need to preform a plastic surgery over. I watched the show and enjoyed every minute of it sitting with my friends without paying a little attention to those filthy worms but still felt being stared at from around, well F them. They are the paps and  a star, the center of attention. They can stand in hat long line and wait for me till I give some f about ’em.
My fight, battle and struggle against these clowns continues, my boss seems to be involved in it, and that’s what I have the full confidence to say. The irony is the two faced backstabbing reality is coming to its surface as I keep note of them doing stuff to my face and then doing other stuff behind my back. They apparently fired their paid puppets through a staged scene putting him in the back of classroom letting him use his cellphone that may have provoked students question and criticize it complaining about it to the school owner where he was seen in one of those camera recorded screens. He thinks he is intelligent but I catch him red Handed way before he makes any dramatic moves. He did it after I acknowledged my consciousness about what they did and we’re doing to me with a nice sets of plans on exposing them in the court which scares them good. This eve I played a revolutionary song of a Rio rapper that has some vulgar lyrics against those who backbite and do some other shit behind peoples back. They seemed to have been alarmed and I saw the movements in that condo and the other opposite. I call them clowns in my lyrics I sang last evening to which I noticed one of them bitches peeking from above window. Interesting, I am winning over these miserable leeches.
I think the drama is getting stinkier as today I see these bought up cowards screaming QUDS in the mosque and then say stuff in Arabic in the form of argument criticizing the imam (who’s under total control/submission of the Jewish mafia using him as handy made toy) for not speaking about the Palestine matters as the entire world has shaken with this pathetic decision of orange maniac calling Jerusalem an Israeli capital. And then I see their head who acts lie some Muslim scholar in the ending corner if the mosque talking this other idiot with Isis outfit. Allah SWT will kick these evils off their satanic under-covers and reveal them to the public eye least Muslims as despicable hypocrites of the planet, inshallah Ameen. It was hard for me to control myself and not laugh at the show they had out on today.
I have decided to look after my friends pets this Christmas and new year as i was asked over the telephone for the favor and I accepted the request to help. I decorated my Hanukkah candles and went out to buy some cookies, in the street I see this giant ghoul whom I saw last Friday in the mosque with a mask wrapped around his face saying he had been hurt in an accident. He apparently is the person who keeps opening and closing the windows to mentally disturb me which unfortunately doesn’t work anymore as I get to know these bastards and their shitty drama. Today also marks my luckiest day as I found $700 in front of me walking in the sidewalk. I told the law girls to which they freaked out and wowed in union, and advised not to tell everybody about it. They are helping me to set the plan of moving into this new city where I will study and work. It is an exciting timeline in my life which I’m both happy and nervous about. I pray for good, for better and peace.IMG_1043
They tried to kidnap Bethany, who may have been sitting on the window as I took bill out for a walk early morning. I returned back, have bill a bath, took shower myself and then watched tv. In these hours I didn’t notice the missing of Bethany but was surely surprised to see Elizabeth hiding under the bed heavily breathing. I thought Bethany might had gone to the balcony or the laundry room, so I went to the kitchen and microwaved some lentil and mixed black pepper and other seasonings, i watched few episodes of MUHTESEM YUZIL and still didn’t see any sign of Bethany for which I started searching her everywhere, I got worried not to find her so I texted my friend Helen and asked for help, she was in her workplace who then responded to have been on her way to the apartment. She asked to look and let her know if I found her, I texted back saying no as I was sure something wrong had happened. My heart was racing, I was certain it is those goymese evils for which I went downstairs and begin searching or Bethany. I asked one of workers whom I was very sure to be one of those evils he was packing his stuff and strangely he had a black plastic wrapped around which he tried to hide, then their other bastard who has this big truck comes with a bag, well appear entry they are inciting the thoughts of having murdered my cat in me for which I almost stopped the man who was hiding that black plastic wrapped thing. I held myself back and took a breath telling myself it can’t be but those mofos are so predictable criminals. Helen came and you can see the fright in her face. She searched every corner and every object. She rushed down and walked around asking the neighboring blocks, drug store, fitness club and taxi driver. We are heading back with a disappointment that I see this filth sitting in the car smiling at me, which rang the bell of their satanic attempts. So we entered the enclosure, Helen asked the same guy and my heart tells me to search that black wrapped plastic in his stuff but then I control myself from doing so, he says he has even waiting for UBER for 34 minutes. We climbed up and began searching again, Elizabeth was in the laundry room, the time we enter the edition with bill following us, I see this cat under the bed and yell in happiness that we found her, Helen seemed to be shocked an then relived asking me to keep the doors/windows closed. It wasn’t bethany, it was ls Elizabeth but the question is how quickly did she manage entering the bedroom without us seeing a glance of her? Well the sadness overwhelms again and this time Helen goes opens the window and asks the lady if she had seen any cat with similar marks, to which she replied saying she heard a cat meowing a little far from that building, Helen goes down again asking me to stay inside, bill rubs after her. Wait, What for? Is it a set up? Are they doing this to hurt me emotionally? Then I hear Helen saying she found her, to which I felt very relived laughing in joy. I remembered the guy telling us the probable case where she may have ended up going to that side of the parking space connecting to the neighboring block garden? It all seemed strange, I have no questions but am glad to have seen Bethany back. At night Helen handed me a card with a $100 note saying Merry christmas.
The voices are always played. I hear their entrance, the bang of their loudspeakers and God knows how many devices they use but it is all to hurt me mentally as I remember to have mentioned my late friend Jordan who had gone under sever tortures by the church people who had looted his money leaving him homeless on drugs and medications with 24/7 survilence and torture through horrific voices they’d play to him to the limit his ears started bleeding, who eventually took his life by lighting himself on fire following the heartbreaking murder of his long life company dog. Which was the organizedstlaking criminals act that they usually do to targetted individuals by damaging their property and mutulating their animals leaving them in a severe psychological conditions. He was unfortunately  described to have been schizophrenic by the similar people who tortured him. I actually mentioned it to my boss Scott once. He is behind this with his other evil party doing these insane shit to me, just because I know their ugly truth and they are afraid I might expose them publicly as I tried once by entering their social networks with a fake account, after which they spied and tracked my residence and rented these houses around it bully and scare me away. The best part of visiting was getting back the animals I liked and then biking which I did twice a day. It is a beautiful neighborhood, very quiet and green. But these satans corrupt and poison everywhere with their shits.
jp1
I am in a great state of shock following the heartbreaking news of my uncle’s brutal murder. He was a very decent and kind human being. They had broken into his home, suffocated him and stabbed him in a torturous manner probably trying to get him to confess something. But he was a very innocent man. The Jews killed him in an inhumane way. They had tied his hand and strangled him with his jacket and stabbed him in his stomach and kidney. They had searched his house turning things upside but not taking his money or the car parked in his garage but his phone. What are those evil subhuman savages after. They keep disturbing his son with SMS and when he rings back they don’t answer. The police have found a strange number dialed from his phone. His family were devastated to find his body into cuts and bruises under blanket in his room. To God justice has an eye, those will be caught red handed and out into trail. They have wounded his family, friends, colleagues and relatives heart. Justice will prevail.
I’m figuring out many things and it is turning out to be painful. People who come up to me as friends have been the secret agents who were given this nasty mission of spying on me. Yes they have been taking note of my words and transmitting them to their evil employer MOSSAD and I also kind of find it hard to disgust that these people were behind my uncles death who was shot with his friend in his checkpoint guarding their other companions. These killings were silent threats meant to shut me up from exposing them. I know them all by their names and pictures. I know how they run fake websites to somehow create a bracing position for themselves. It is pretty sad and pathetic the way Jews want to control everything with the abuse of power and money and people they have working for them. These maneuvers they take on every individual victimizing them and then using them for their mean purpose is floating over visible for anyone with intellect to understand their games. The crimes they commit against humanity is unforgivable. They can track and bring ex nazis to justice and punishment but who will drag these subhumans to the courts of justice for all the misery they inflict innocent people with? That’s a good question to ponder every human being.  It is 12 past midnight and then I wake up with those agents in the neighboring starting conversation and their laughter and exchanging of numbers, it goes on till 1 and then I hear them walking past my window, I lose control and get out of my room and tell them straight it was unfair of them to disturb 24 students sleeping in this dorm. They said sorry but I pushed further the matter by explaining their faults to them and how they are very disrupting us 24/7 with their loud noises. Infiltration and their strategy they use is key factor they penetrate into others. There was a discussion in the students group following that incident. I was called intolerant to the cultural shock which I corrected them later with an actual matter of violation of privacy and dorm regulation and asked them to try not mix it with culture. I want to be exact and brief in my arguments. I had to visit the two students and give them a piece of my mind and make them understand the fact of the matter that their disturbing behavior was more of a trigger from those intruders who are always loud 24/7 stationed on their windows like a bunch of owls looking at the students house. I have also stopped going to the mosque where I saw the terror group who had assassinated my innocent uncle. I saw the blood they had sucked out of him and how disgusting their faces were screaming the heinous crimes they had committed. They were guarded by other agents who were well positioned in their surrounding protecting them from any possible attack. I saw the embarrassment in their faces, the fear in their eyes and how they would ignore me. I was preparing to discuss the matter publicly but wasn’t allowed. At the end I shook hand with the animal and told him twice that Almighty Allah is a God of justice and left the mosque. They use strange signs in their widows, they put dolls, cats and sometimes white rolls of papers stretched which I don’t quite seem to get it. This morning as I’m finished doing transaction in the ATM and about to take my bank card out,  I felt to have nudged a little by a creepy looking guy with a back pack and ear phones on who would stair at me in a strange way, well maybe to cause fear in me? I said you ok? And then as I get out I see this creep out again staring at my face which I ignored and walked straight ahead my way to the moneyGram office, there I also see these puppets with their backpacks scattered around, I entered the place thinking it may have not been opened but it was open with nobody in the reception section, I turned left and checked in those clerk windows and made a transfer, in few minutes one of these pigs enters with a different outfit, a football loving fan, and afterwards another stranger with a backpack comes in and says good morning to me, I ignore him and get out of the building.
I am a little concerned  about my safety, after failing practices of those maddening voices that they used to play in order to cause a mental trauma in me which didn’t work , these thugs of Mossad will somehow try to take my life.
IMG_1264
It’s the ending of February and I’m all packed and ready to move into a new city 4 hours long drive. I’m hoping for the best and prepared for the worst. It is only Liane whom I’ve told my real destination, nobody else in the house knows it except for her. I had asked her for a SIM card cause those rats would follow me everywhere i walk in. The night before my travel, she knocked on my door, it was 11 and some minutes past. I opened the door and it was her with a sim card package. She seemed worried about me, on the verge of tears, she hugged me and said goodbyes. In the morning, Zeila had prepared breakfast and invited me over on the table. I almost choked when she came in with bananas and fruit salad while I was eating the cheese and eggs she had prepared, she said “eat! You have a long way ahead of you” that was so kind of her though. Ana, however – she was my rival back then, we had a little chat and I left without Farewell. I had to rush out for the UBER waiting outside, my bags were just right in front of the door. Zeila accompanied me to the car and said good bye as she hugged me.
Flora seems to have gone through little of the rough days and always had the sad look whenever I told her about those people.
IMG_1637
At time of check-in I notice this middle aged creep taking my picture and then making his way to our line with a ticket supposedly bought newly by his other peers. And as I sit in my seat, I pull the curtain and see that another miserable vermin standing Right down my window staring at me in anger. It was probably because I had sort if ditched them to this drive. I didn’t give a slight attention but took my book out and begin reading. In the middle of the way an elderly woman gets in and seats herself next to me. She is kind, funny and sweet in her nature. We talked about certain things and she offered me her cookies and listened to me carefully as u told her my short life story. It was very good to have such a nice company on my way to the university campus. From the bus stop johnathan came to pick me, whom I saw from the window walking to the bus stop while I was eating sandwiches in the coffee shop. These vermins seem to be coming around in choppers, jets, cars, bikes and personal form to disturb me. I have informed the federal police about them and their evil activities week before coming here with a daily update of what they do over here.
With coming here in the University campus which is a pretty big place called university city, I thought those evils would stop sneaking on me but no, they are too desperate for their satanic experimentation quest and they don’t seem to give it up that easy. Despite me not having a bit of interest in their mean spirited activities, they don’t miss out on the chances of poking me for which they use students of other destinations who are here in the probationary house until their status decision analysis upon which they will be sent to proper apartments of 2 living in each room. I have no choice but to tolerate them disturbing me for I know that they are being used by the evil ring of Israeli federation who recruit people with enormous payment and a great bounty if succeeding to present what they are assigned for. I sleep in the lower section of a double decker bed, which I chose after failing to like and stay in my primary bed choice located in the very center. From the other side the power outlets where I plug my cell charger, I don’t buy so much of patience asking people this kind of favors, so I simply settle myself in a suiting position.
My upper neighbor is very annoying but I respond his every disrespectful behavior with respect and patience hoping it could change something a little , the one beside and the other side and one facing front have changed their positions from the time this fat contracted agent walked in the house. They are greater in number and are connected to one another in many ways which I sometimes can notice it myself. I am offered a place with haroon, a Pakistani student studying medical school who’s apartment is just next to this house. I think it will be a better idea to move in with him rather than being sent with these little worms and this big fat pig who may end up getting on my nerve seriously. But then I have this attitude of prepare for the worst and hope for the best with the effort of keeping it cool and be nice as much as possible for example this overweight placed his smelly underwear next to my Towel in veranda to which I didn’t show any kind of reaction but instead tried pretending like nothin had happened. I neither want to be friends with them, nor out myself in the enemy category kind. I just want to keep myself away from them as much as I can, cause that would better than anything else. Kooml is very strange, she talks to these people like she has known them for long, with that one day of stay. Whatever, the truth or the fact comes on the surface like it always have. That’s lame and gross I guess. But anyway, I should rather concentrate on my objectives, what I am here for and what I need to do to build up my future.
IMG_1266
So in order to keep these swarm of worms to himself, this fattyzio buys their stuff and pays for their drinks whenever they go outside. I always keep my balance of attitude equal to not hurting someone nor getting them hurt me. I act nicely and greet and respect these individuals to their levels and try being as much social as I can. In my class we have three backs who are apparently used by these people with 3 other students, they always choose the cute ones and then there is another asshole from the class next to ours, a semester higher than our lvel oh always sneak at me thinking I might pay attention to his stupid bleached blonde hairs. I ignore them, I ignore their evil sought and distance myself from their extracurricular activities such as parties and stuff. They still keep coming after me and ask me stupid questions and then I see them at the end of the class fussing in a whispering sounds. That makes me mad, and I try not to express it but can’t help, yet I try it hard not to get noticed but then the look at their faces – lord!
The evil network has probably spread a heap of false information on my regard to the students who are my classmates and dorm-mates. They use them and carry out their evil agendas in order to disturb and bother me, supposedly to drop me out of the class. Their techniques are very sophisticated to understand, for example the cellphone sounds, the mirror reflection in sun lights, the wrenching noise of plastic, tickings of pens and then sandal tapping sounds they use to kind of bother my concentration while I’m studying. And then creaky sounds those baldheaded fat pigs themselves who keep dragging chairs all around the room in the upstair classroom and for the most part, I see my classmates doing it to me which is really sad in terms of human relations. I’m meditating, calm and do not how any proper reaction but am tolerating it all with simple ignorance . The federal police has never contacted me after I have told them every detailed misconduct of the satanic network. I’m hoping that someday, the humanity wakes up to this genocide of humanity through the satanic practices of this wicked network.
Been almost 3 months and I’m dealing with mossadic parasites patiently ignoring their islamiphobic slurs, tolerating their close minded fanatic behaviors, yet going to their churches with them to show who the real radicals are in reflection to their ugly mean-spirited bitter truth. They get to bother me in my sleep time, while I’m studying and dining. They use several method such as using the mirror to draw the sunshine reflection onto my face, and then the dumb whistling echoing from far away to the rubbing of stones from behind the wall I’m sleeping next time. I somehow ignore it all in my own experimented methods like using earphones and keeping myself busy while I’m in the waiting line for the lunch hall, and then my pretentious act of not hearing them burp or fart across the room.
All these sickening disturbance to one side, I have come to know that some of these terrorist maniacs carry gun in their backpacks, that has left me in a great state of shock. I have to speak this matter out to the students assistance directory and federal police for my safety.
Months go by, after all my resistance and fights against these odds created in my surroundings, I come to realize that i have been put in a Gang-Stalking list since 2014 with the codified signs of chopper flying around anywhere i would go,  and the truck driving by whereever i stepped and all these people disturbing me in the house and classroom 24/7. The reason behind it could be the Mosque controls and terrorization of muslims by CIA/Mossad? or the anti Vaccination campaigns i shared on social networking site through the years. I am sure of one thing, being a contracted Instructor at RAYTHEON teaching military students linguistics, where i was harassed by my students, and the way i got stopped in the middle of the way from my car and asked about citizenship of my origins, all sums it up. The cancer development in my grandma, may have been their evil work through the energy weapons and the other recent murders and threats depicted in social media sites to scare me, all were/are  the kind of hate that has been inflicted on me overtime. The way i’d get racially marginalized, get called a European, having mean thoughts on my look, and fearmongerings as being told the stories of people who had committed suicide after being investigated. Maybe i am being seen as a very worthy asset, in terms of my education, my experiences and the languages i speak and most importantly, the artistic me. I just remember all, all the strange coincidences, those people at the airport, the NY terminal and those clowns peeking from behind windows and curtains and all the noises being made plus the violent window shutting and little objects thrown at my window while i was sleeping. I sort of found connections to that hypocrite in the mosque placed to stalk on people, radicalize and victimize them. The constant helicopter hovering around the house and those horrific sounds being played every night. the psychologist, and all the drama of the subject of people being introduced to me, yet in the conversation groups? And the horrific murder of my two uncles? They are all relatable to the angry, selfish, mean BigBrother. they wants to own things they want. Allah SWT protect me from evil. What do they exactly want from me? The way they’d sometimes stare at me, wait, was it interest of some kind they had in me? I just don’t get it, but I do remember them  telling me how cute I was, plus the pervert sounds they’d make as i walk by.  The hook up games i was tried on and the date trap with guys and girls. It is completely far beyond imagination about what I am experiencing but it makes sense because want me so bad? I don’t know what to say! In just lost in thoughts that are daggering like puzzles all around me as i get gass poisoned 3 times in 3 differented places, in class with this girl walking rapidly past me dusting it through her bag, then the wheelchair perp sitting in my front, who had placed the contaminated tissue papers in the upper part with its zip open in my direction. And then as i am in the library, the perp comes with his backpack using the similar tecnique of the wheelchair perp. i thought It must have been the CPU damage smell but then as i see him leaving his backpack close to me and then keep himself busy pretending like he was looking for the books. At the restaurant waiting line, this fat whale perp standing in front of me with his backpack zip open that has this suffocating smell coming from it. And then my bed sheet and jacket contaminated with the similar substance. I was hammered, with the bad smell and the bladder pain from overmicrowaving effects. I got down and told the security guard about it and looked for the residents personal information, noted all the names and emailed the Federal police placing university information center in CC. The guard told the other guard in the next shift, and eventually they called on their company manager, who came and spoke to me about the matter and promised that he will let the university authorities know about the incident as it is their responsiblity concerning students security.
As i am back from my Arts class presentation that went well alongside two other colleagues, i see this fat whale perp complaining about me reporting him and whined how he cooked everybody pizza and baked them bread but still got tipped off to University officials, he comes inside and goes outside murmuring the same word. I thought of email cracks, which they may have all infos about what i receive and send overtime. Then i hear this other masonic perp in the kitchen talking about the University control system solicitation of few students, he stirs the topic in a way to make everybody wonder what the subject might be so this way they’d get the word from me to which i responded about the recent ongoing protest of students against the new restaruant booking system who were not allowed to have breakfast and lunch for not booking their meal beforehand.
It is very surprising as i come to know that this cover stalking is done mostly by freemasonic perps. They come to you very nice and friendly in the dorm, tell you they are dying to become your friend. Go with you for walks, and exploring nature, share most of the natural remedies and sport tenniques yet stab you from behind no vicious enemy would. Then they’d impersonate you, your style of talking and walking or dining, laugh with you to the extent you’d think you will not have any better friends than them. It happened to me that this masonic perp comes to the dorm. Asks about my age, tells me i look a lot younger than my age, then offers me natural green juice which gives you the idea to try it everyday and to get a mixer you share money with with extra veggies from the grocerystore. This perp slowly encourages you to smoke weed, and tobaco and even pushes you into drugs which he compliments the capsule on how clear he sees things after trying them with an amazing improvement in their eye sight and brain function. Well it is clear you do not want the addictive drugs, that could cause depression in you. The same perp you thought could become your great friend punches your bed from under, did i say that i have been living in a giant dormitory room accomodating 67 students. So every past midnight you get the bang under your bed that wakes you up, then a strong smell circulates making you completely dizzy, and then there is an amateur show of reptilian shadow dancing to the other direction which the masonic perp has thrown with his flashlight he place to his other side. There you see a couple of the others walking around the area hissing. This is simply done to terrorize the targeted individual that triggers the fearful thoughts of false imaginations being injected into its brain, this way paranoia occurs but hell no, i know who is doing it and why it is being done. I am a targeted Individual who didn’t know what to name all these forms of harassments, being disturbed and humiliated gives you the feeling of a little anger that you start shaking the doucble-decker bed from above to the point the mason screams if you are hammering the bed. Each time those satanics tactics were done to disturb me from my sleep, i’d return the favor in a different way, such as by shaking the bed from above, and throw the cellphone light to make a sense of searching for lost item and walk in heavy steps as you are back from meditation and this perp who caused all this annoying interruptions during your sleep is sleeping peacefully? the feeling of frustration runs in as you ignore it over and over that this meanspirited mason would stop, and to the dismay, no it keeps growing more and more to the point you gather your pieces and decide to threat them in their own way. The mason is driven out of the bed, to a different position of the room but the heavy poisoning still continues. The interesting fact about these secret society members is that each time they commit the felony, they wear their hoodies but as the weather is getting warmer they got themselves the black spying hats to make a sense of miserable tweaker they are. The struggle continues to different episodes of battles, My heart is with all targeted individual struggling or lost their innocent soul in this ugly spiritual war.
At each point i tell myself what i and other targeted individuals need to realize is that our stalkers are operatives, informants, career criminals, drug addicts, rapist and dregs of humanity who try to violate our rights and freedom through this illegal practice of peeping, disturbing, and interfering in our daily life matters by breaking in our houses without our permission in our absence which is an act of burglery, misplace our object and cominate them with drugs and poisonous substance that could harm us, our children and our pets. They are the cowards who clip the birds, mutulate your pets, misplace, steal and destroy your objects, which is all done in exchange for cash, dope, leased cars and jail bailing probably as they lurk around free of criminal charges they had committed in the past. I am writing this in a bad state of health, being drugged by these heartless criminals of time targeting us and torturing us in inhumane ways.

The not so little Harrasments

r-state-bullying-laws-large570

When it rains, and I’m inside the box, i try to position myself close to window so that i am able to hear the sound of water pouring down which kind of triggers the thoughts and memories of moments that pressures me deeper into finding myself lost in those blurry visions. Remembering those unkind days, the force, Coercion and immediate, predominant physical forceful pressure that made you feel sick, scared and at times embarrassed, lonely and sad. The stress of which doesn’t allow you to walk out of your comfort zone and get together with the children of your age in their presence.

It all starts from the family and the siblings who pick on you, call you names that kind of get heard by people from outside who then copy the same maneuver with the thoughts of getting popular through specifically Kids who were upsetting quickly had turned into great laughing stocks for the people who would enjoy watching them react out of what they were told. the words were copied and used by larger number, even those outside from the area. the choice of get a buddy and be a buddy was kind of getting harder as the attempts would grow in greater number that the person who once was your buddy would feel uncomfortable with it and find its way to a separation, in order not to become the next victim. Their power they were looking for would slip away quickly and most of them wind up in trouble from repeating the mean and hurtful things with very little people remaining in their circle in the end.

Now let’s talk about the means of communication that people were used to establishing with each other. It were the House, Mosque, Playground, School, Video Game center, Garden and fishing area. these were the places where people usually met and greeted one another. In the house some members of the family is adept at distorting people’s’ perceptions with intent to engender a negative view of their target in the minds of family members, neighbors, friends and people in positions of officialdom and authority; which is achieved through undermining, the creation of doubts and suspicions, and the sharing of false concerns, etc. This poisoning of people’s minds was difficult to counter, sort of hard to articulate manner to help people to see through the mask of deceit and to understand how and why they were being used as pawns. Who would portray the target (and certain other family members) as irresponsible, unstable, undependable, uncaring, unreliable and untrustworthy, by the constant highlighting – using distortion and fabrication – of alleged failures, breaches of trust, lack of reliability, etc. Which was reinforced by inclusion of the occasional piece of juicy gossip about the target’s alleged misdemeanors or untrustworthy in respect of relationships and communication with people. The objective was to manipulate the family member’s perceptions and create a dependency so that the family member comes to rely exclusively on the bully and see the bully as the sole source of reliable information whilst distrusting everyone else. Any person who was capable of exposing and breaking the dependency was targeted with venom and would find their name blackened at every opportunity. Whenever close to being outwitted and exposed, the bully feigned victimized and turned the focus on themselves – which was another example of manipulation through their emotion of guilt, sympathy, feeling sorry, etc. Some were especially partial to making themselves the center of attention by claiming to be the injured party whilst portraying their target as the villain of the piece. When the target tried to explain the game, they were immediately labelled “paranoid”. This was and is actually happening everywhere, in schools, workplaces and some peer circles where you can find some great examples you may have experienced. they are  easy to spot once you know what you are looking at their compulsive lying, manipulating (or emotions, perceptions, beliefs), unpredictability, deception, denial, arrogance, narcissism, attention-seeking, whilst always charming and plausible, especially when those impressionable witnesses are present.

until this day i don’t know the concept of being a man told by stereotypical people who weren’t even vaguely familiar with the structure of how a man should be.  When i was a little a boy of age 5 i was sent to the mosque to attend prayers and learn Quran where you would find people from different nations who had fled the Russian war. The targets were usually pale skinned people from Northern and Eastern Afghanistan who were from Tajik, Uzbek and Turkman ethnic groups of Afghanistan whom the Pakistani people would pick on and harass on the streets if spotted. preteens would smoke joints and try to make their voice heavier and act aggressive to show that they are grown up to the eyes of public that unfortunately they would get applause from friends and siblings that would become a horrible source of motivation for the confused teenager. Sadly to be a man in our society is to be violent, talk bad language, have sex with women and smoke weed. if you don’t fight in the street, or hangout with irresponsible adults then you are a home boy sissy. I remember the time when my brother and cousins would get those broken pieces of glass and shave their legs and hands and face to grow beard and body hair and eat dust of that particular mountain rock to develop a heavy voice. I also remember how i was discriminated for being hairless and clean skinned by the very members of my family that to my best i ignore them and sometimes even argue to cut them out and then not talk to them for sometime. i always tried  less constrained who i thought i had to be in order to be masculine like them than spending time thinking about becoming one of those copy-cut factors that i never liked. my friends were my books, the ones that would drown me in the sea of imaginations. my thoughts were completely different from them, my ideas were different too. My uncle took my older sister out of school, because it was a shame in that community for a female to walk alone. he also tried to take my 2 aunts and 1 cousin out of their school despite being transported by their school vehicle where they stayed in the dorm all the time and visited our family once in two weeks.

In school i tried to stay in my spot and never talked to anyone in the classroom because of the fear of getting teased and picked on. There were a couple of bad guys in every classroom who’d dominate the lead and bully the weak ones. my focus was how to move ahead and fit myself in the front row that i thankfully made my way through. People i chose to befriend were older than me in age and were actually nice people. it was from the observation i made in one month from being silent and learn about each and everyone. There were also a few other peers of the bad guys weaved into the chain of one another so it was like a series of connection that they built with each other all over school from different classrooms. the way i chatted with my favorite ones was by writing them in a piece of paper where they wrote their response below my text to make it look like we are studying. I helped a couple of class fellas by writing them some useful advise from my experience. Being a pretty boy in a school is a major problem and costs a lot to come over obstacles, bullies and sexual harassment from the dominant school gangs. What i did was wear baggy clothes, shave my head and always tried to seem dirty and that actually helped me being ignored in the crowd. it hurt me to school others being picked on and bullied the entire time. despite that they would still follow me sometime that i somehow could manage to back them off with the help of the big nice ones in the classroom who would gladly stand by my  defense.

We think of Bullies and harassment only to be the teenage and school period problem but to what i have experienced it exists everywhere. I was fired by my manager for not satisfying his needs, a wrong sexual relation that i was in a complete honest denial and rejection which led to my removal from that Organization. I was bullied and harassed by a coupled of ESL students in Military school both the lower, and the higher ranked, cadets and officers. During the break period i never went outside with the other teachers because of the great number of military students involving in inappropriate conversations and debates which could trigger  unhealthy reaction from any side. what i did instead was to stay in the room and read the Glencoe literature books pretty similar to the ones i used to borrow from the library back in my hometown. Those few particular students would ask me creepy questions and ask to remove my glasses and let them see my face clearly and tried to get in deeper details about my personal and private information and one day i cried in a strangled voice in the library as i was observing students attending the Book Quiz in the computer lab. Andrew another ESL teacher was sitting few steps away from me who startled as he heard the heckle that went off from my tone which i grasped and buried in my throat and pretended like nothing had happened. Andrew later told Neil who had freshly substituted Leasa who was on a leave in Texas attending her fathers funeral ceremony. Elana was a wonderful lady, whom i become very good friends with. Yvette was another sweet women who joined us later, then Mark the chatterbox. Neil came to me and summoned me privately in the Teachers room where we used to conduct PD’s professional development sessions. First i tried to hide and pretended nothing was wrong but then as he went a little deeper with Elana insisting twice, i told them. i told everything that was going around the Military school, how i was sexually harassed by the female soldier at the sign up booth camp which had turned into a long lasting embarrassing news all around the air force university  through one of the contracted teachers who was present back in the day i was being harassed, and how he gossiped it behind my back with other teachers, workers and students, for which i had to make an official complaint to the head about his slandering campaign project. Besides that the harassment from students who would go hard during my lecture period in the class, who then had tried to disturb me for which the matter was introduced to the responsible department and those students were called in the head office and were officially warned that one of them started behaving in a disrespectful manner who was almost disqualified from the Training Exercise which was due in 2 months in San Antonio, Texas. I went to the office and asked them to give him another chance and tried to turn the situation in a good position. the student was becoming sort of aggressive and behaved meanly in the classroom, But thanks to my patience and tolerance that gracefully me saved my dignity. and today those people who bullied me, threatened me and said mean things are writing me thank you notes and i miss you phrases from across the oceans.

Don’t Lose who you are

The persepctive of having a self trust allows the courage in you to crawl further out on the limb allowing you to listen to your own opinion without the nagging voice of well wishing, but fearful friends, whose sincerest wish is to shield you from failure, while they only succeed in protecting you from success, where the worst thing  would be listening to the tiny critics inside your own head that concoct the wildest scenes possible of failure, carnage and ambition ruin.

what takes you to stay on course is your self-Consciousness, trust, vision and call for the quest and the resistance recognition for all the fears and doubts within yourself. After finding the trust in yourself, there is a need for looking it in the others that could help breed loyalty, empowerment and encouragment into others. To show the parralel of better parenting where you could do better not to crush a child’s spirit or make them feel worthless but rather giving them the room to grow their creativity and learn from their mistakes. They will not only be inspired to your cause, but also rise to your challenge and, further, act on your call.

Self-reliance is the ability to make your own decisions confidently and independently, different than how others put in their opinions about us . It is also important to view conformity and obedience in the context of social relations between the group and the self where society also affects the up bringing of you. We can see that if born in a rich family you are subjected to different atmosphere than a person who is born in a poor family. In a poor family you start to help in the expenses of the house by working in addition to your education if you have any. On the other side, in a rich family your education and family is the most important thing that develops your self-conscious. Many people under the self-conscious influence force develop personhood, which differentiates in each of us into a range of tendencies ranging from movement toward soul to movement toward the self-centered ego causing us to believe that we posses power. When you are with your group of friends, it is not easy to speak your mind or do the things you would like to do because you fear that you would make the worst or wrong decision. You fear the embarrassment that the group would disagree with your decision; evidently, you have to consider their favors. Ruggiero states the individual is “behaving as others do is conformity. In some situation conformity is the wisest course of action ¦ in contrast, mindless conformity is unreasonable and in many cases unreasoning. Conformity in John F’s definition is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth. it cannot coexist with free thinking but rather greatly oppose each other. Many people who try to invent something are not successful because they are afraid to break the confines of the outline. Mean that the people are so accustomed to thinking like everybody else, they are afraid to explore the possibilities of their mind. They can’t picture something that already isn’t there. Often a person will see something that was invented and wonder why they never thought of something so simple. The answer is very uncomplicated. they didn’t break the confines of the out line. Normally, when people do a puzzle, they will have to think about the answers, sort of like a maze. If what they first try doesn’t work then they have to try another direction to see if something else will work. Those people, even though they don’t know it have just thought outside the box deciding that rather than quitting, they are going to keep trying, and see if they can find another way to do it. Accepting yourself and fully being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy. When you are feeling good about yourself your day will go by so much better. Learning how to love yourself is a key ingredient for happiness. Self love is at the very core of wellbeing, joy, self-empowerment, and our ability to  enjoy the kind of life we want. Even if you had everything else in your life exactly the way you wanted it, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it if you weren’t at peace with yourself.

Attitude: its influence and shortcomings

image

10:00AM in morning and i’m still lying in bed, whining in pain and agony following the horrible fight i had yesterday evening with a friend cursing and wishing him death from cancer, how immature and mean. Its actually my heel and ankle that have been aching badly since yesterday evening. This is the consequence of not taking on time action reaponsibly. I can relate it to the spinal cord problem that i have been experiencing from the very first time of its occurance back in 2013 when i was swinging and swaying from the tree branch one day prior to my job interview for which i have had undergone through some stages of not so very careful medications.

Well i can tell that attitude forms from observation and experience over the years of our lives. It is developed from the thoughts and assessions of factors like people, object, events or issues that make an impact on our behaviors with the possiblity of a change within, depending on the scenario of life.

Sometimes i sit and assist myself learning how mean i am. When am i actually going to grow up or when will it be the time when people stop treating me like a spoiled kid? Or is it maybe because of the love i give them that come back floating in return as a surprise? For instance my teenage student treating me like he is my elder brother. I happen to not appteciate the people and things around me. for example My dad, i scold him, write him bad stuff and complain a lot about things and then we stop talking to each other for days, weeks, months and finally we get together. Shows how forgiving, kind man he is. My friends, they are caring and very considerate people who i hurt and push away with false imaginations of them treasoning me. My God father, whom i mistreat, screamed at and blamed all my problems on while the man tried to be so nice, helpful and kind to me. He looked afrer me, took care of me, did everything so that i don’t feel the absence of things that i need. But still i never listen to him, annoy him with my horrible comments upseting him many times. Despite all that he still is nice to me and warns me about attacking himself with a knife incase if i leave home. My good friend, whom i becalled, accused of many things which weren’t true, pushed him away writing him mean paragraphs but the man still embraced me and showed so much love and care with open hugs. and for the record, I still am mad at him for some stupid reasons, running away as far as possible. My best friend, who came from another continent to meet me, i scolded her and yelled at her for losing her kids and house to an opportunist coward whom i strongly opposed her from getting married to. She is back with the house and kids and loves me the way she did. My other russian friend who is such a nice girl, i reacted over her invitation of offering me a drink, to the extent i made her cry.  My italian friend whose house i was invited over and threw away the glass of vodka as he poured me by mistake and to point it is as a great offense to threw away the glass of drink offered by someone. My mom, whom i love so much and i somehow upset her asking her why dad did that to her, i just hurt her feelings pushing around with unncessary questions. My God i am such a swirling mess of contradictions.

i have come to understand and somehow managed to break it to myself that it is easier to blame others for your shortcomings than it is to take responsibility for them. It’s easier to blame than admit you’re not that good. It’s easier to blame than it is to improve. It’s easier to blame than face your own reality. We all dealt with people who blame others all the time and who try to be right by making others wrong. this act of blaming others can be a cry of pain and a request for support. When the person desperately wants someone else to fix something for him he might blame him in order to motivate him to take actions. It’s much harder to take actions, to solve our problems and to get rid of our emotional wounds than to just blame someone else for our pain whereas taking responsibility for your life is scary, no doubt. It places a big bulls eye on your ego, and exposes your ego to *shudder* failure. When you accept responsibility for your life it means that every single success and failure is because of your actions, and this very fact is often what causes people to keep the ‘victim’ mentality for so long. As a ‘victim’, your failures are never your fault, they are always caused by others and allows your ego to feel safe behind a wall of lies.

The only person who responsible for your happiness is you, only you, for your fitness and health, for your relationships, for your finances and for all your actions that unfortunately you’ve been hiding from that responsibility. You’ve been blaming your unhappiness and incompetence on others. It’s time to stop blaming others and taking responsibility for your own life. That’s when you really start to live. You have to work with what you’ve got, and make things better for yourself. If you’re not happy with your job, have you thought about not complaining and actually going out and looking for a second job, or a new job, or starting something on the side (like an online business) but what if they are scam like i mentioned in my earlier post? Well there are tons of places and many opportunities with many options for you to work out and direct your path to.

There’s basically no limit to the types of things we can do. Get a camera and learn photography. Pick up a musical instrument. Practice a new language. Learn to beatbox. Start a live-action roleplaying group. Just make sure that whatever we choose is something we enjoy doing, or it’ll become a chore rather than a hobby. It still saddens me as I have made a choice to distance myself from this behaviour and those friends. I should Try to listen more than i talk, at least at first. And not interrupt people or saying but I think and Letting them talk. Going into situations expecting that everyone else is human, just like me. They probably won’t try to be mean or hurtful, but they may also make mistake from which we both could learn. And last but not least accept responsibility when things go wrong.

Want to earn money online from home? Don’t fall for it!

image

It’s Sunday Afternoon and as usual i’m busy making a list of things i need to buy, my phone buzzes with the notification banner popping up from the Linkedin App from someone with the name Abel Adams Jr. The message contains questions about my contact details and location, ok as Linkedin is a professional networking site, i’m intrigued with it and wondering if he has checked my profile out and is prolly interested in offering me a job. I already have a job, part time in two places, but the idea of getting an additional one online sounds great. Besides the excitement my instincts gave me the sense of curisity to some level that i couldn’t give off this stranger a very detailed info. Soon he responded back next day with a generous offer of an online Gold dust marketing job sending me the link of an instant money making site. What a great man, hailing from nowhere like a genie with such a wonderful help offer.

image

(Picture: This online marketing job offer, sweet – isn’t it?)
I clicked and opened the link wondering what shape and format the background would be as i have done some web designing back in the days.

image

(Picture: The website of online marketing job ‘spammer site’)
Despite  rejecting such fraud ads many times, i fell for it this time and it’s because i put a little trust in the professional networking site memeber with over 500 followers. with a little hesitation, i’m still hoping for the promising good results with the not so good preparations for the worse segments.

image

(Picture: The amount of cash deposited in the box, $10 per visitors view)
I  finally made it through sharing the link in multiple social networking sites like Facebook, Google+ and WhatsApp where some confused and a few happy about this easy well paid online job. Some called it spam and the rest are waiting to see if i am able to get the money. On the other hand, I am delighted for the amount that has snowballed into this great numbers.

image

(Picture: The money withdrawal link following the payment portal)
I clicked on the link to claim my cash withdrawal and i get directed to a survey site where i have to choose one of the options of either downloading and playing games or an application of music of some kind, and as i click on one of them there appears a gaming site asking for my number and directing me to a weekly subscription program of $4,99 per week, what? Are you kidding me? They not only wasted my my time and energy into the false game of tricking me into their scam puzzle but also now want me to pay them on a weekly basis for playing games that i abhor? Oh no, it is a scam and i am fooled in it by the stranger from a an authentic professional networking site.

image

(Picture: Game site ridiculing my efforts and trust)
As i click to get further into this spam test, i am asked to enter my bank Account information, seriously? I have to degrade myself more into this treacherous wrongful image of foul notion, oh how much more low would they steep down? My friends, some of them are waiting to hear my results, and some may have fallen into this false game wasting their time and energy and maybe even their hope and money to which i blame myself for being a bad influence to them. Will sorry be enough, i have no idea. What i learn from this experience is that scammers exist everywhere in different forms. They know that finding a job can be tough. To trick people looking for honest work, they advertise where real employers and job placement firms do. They also make upbeat promises about your chances of employment, and virtually all of them ask you to pay them for their services before you get a job which they bring forward the matter in different styles by either directly asking you for the money or take you into their phissing sites asking for your banking information or your subscription to their products they want you to buy in exchange for the money. But the promise of a job isn’t the same thing as a job. If you have to pay for the promise, it’s likely a scam.

Farkhunda

image

It’s almost March, marking the death anniversary of a 27 year old law graduate and a volunteer teacher going by the name of Farkhunda, who was lynched by a mob in the centre of Kabul on the afternoon of 19 March 2015 for fighting the battle against supersitious practice of an iliterate charlatan mullah wanabe named Zainuldin, a shrine caretaker – who provoked people against her into a false accusation of burning a copy of Koran. She was beaten with sticks, pelted with rocks and ran over with a car, after which her body was tossed and dumped on the banks of the muddy and polluted Kabul river and set alight.

image

(Picture: Farkhunda holding a copy of Quran)

image

(Picture: Zainuldin, the shrine caretaker who was running the business of selling charm papers rolled in colorful scraps calling them instant miraculous healers)
This is the man she had been arguing with over practices she deemed superstitious and un-Islamic. Those practices included selling tawiz (puzzled texts told be prayers written on paper and usually worn in a cloth pouch in the belief they will protect the wearer from evil, or bring good fortune), and encouragment of people tasting the soil from the saint’s grave in the shrine for its ‘healing powers,’ seeking the saint’s intercession, kissing his gravestone or other markers and performing (normal Islamic) prayers within the shrine. Farkhunda’s family said that she had, for a while, been visiting the shrine to preach against these practices, which have been common in shrines in Afghanistan and elsewhere for centuries, but are increasingly proscribed by a new generation of mullahs who view them either as un-Islamic per se or as having evolved to contain un-Islamic innovations

image

(Picture: Farkhunda telling the angry men to back off and doesn’t want to be touched by strangers and begged for a respect toward her dignity)
The very first coward to pull Farkhunda out of the shrine, and removed her scarf acting as one of the begginners of the attackers.

image

(Picture: Farkhunda helplessly thrown into the pack of angry animals)
They grabbed her, pulled her hair, hit her, spit at her, pushed her to the ground, stomped on her body, kicked her in the head, and ripped the veil from her face. During the attack, which lasted for about half an hour, the police did attempt, at some points, to save Farkhunda, but at other instances they can be seen standing idly as the attackers continue to beat her, which was documented in amateur footage recorded by witnesses.

image

(Picture: The riverbed where Farkhunda’s body was tossed)
After the brutal and merciless beatings into unconsciousness; the crowd dragged her motionless body into the street and ran over her body with a car, dragging her some 300 feet. They then threw her into the muddy river bed, set her corpse on fire and watched her body burn. They used their own clothing articles (e.g. scarves and hats) to keep the fire alight, because her own clothing and body were so bloodied that they would not catch alight. Her half burned corpse was later transfered to the hospital by firefighter who later went to the scene for the rescue.

image

(Picture: A picture of Farkhunda plus the videos of the assault on her circulated widely on social media that attracted public attention demanding justice for her)
Her death shocked public for its brutality and spurred calls for authorities to uphold women’s rights to equality and protection from violence. The shootage resonated all over the globe through the social networking sites that raised the voices of people from all around the world.

image

(Picture: The district police head who ordered her family to take her body and secretly burry it and move silently out of the town for their safety)
Her family was told that Farkhunda had been accused of burning the Koran and was being interrogated. Her brother said:
“The police suggested that we should say Farkhunda had a mental problem to avoid things getting out of hand,” adding “My dad just wanted her released and went along with it.” The family said it was only later that night that they were told Farkhunda had been killed and that they should leave Kabul for their own safety. Since then the family’s life was turned upside down. “None of us go out,” her brother said. “We couldn’t go to work and our children couldn’t go to school.”
He said the family wanted justice.
“If we just let it go, tomorrow another woman could be killed just like Farkhunda,” her said. The police came undee strong criticism of Farkhunda and public for their reckless behavior during the attrocity.

image

(Picture: justice for Farkhunda ads continued and soon circulated across the country with many activists gathering in protest)

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

(Pictues: The unprecedented killing was followed by unprecedented protests with a complete break of traditon, women carrying her coffin and performing the burrial)
In the days that followed, thousands protested in Kabul and other cities, demanding justice.
Some demonstrators carried banners bearing a picture of the bloodied face of Farkhunda. Others painted their own faces red. women’s rights activists carried the casket, a complete break with tradition as the role is always performed by men. Cleric Mullah Ayaz was driven out of the ceremony by the women who were angry on his heinous remarks supporting her death mistakenly without knowing the real case following the friday prayers at a public gathering. Thousands of protesters took to the streets of Kabul protesting her brutal death. Protesters marched from where the attack began to where it ended.

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

(Picture: The campaign and protest continued with even large groups of people growing in numbers asking to bring the attackers into the court of justice and punishment)
Public anger towards the murderers and shrine attendant had also been building up, emboldening civic activists to speak out in the name of a shocked public. Notables who had publicly endorsed the lynching now found themselves at the centre of public abhorrence. The government reacted by dismissing police spokesperson Stanekzai and deputy culture minister Hasanzada from their jobs. Parliament reacted by summoning the ministers for interior, and hajj and religious affairs to answer questions about the failure of police to stop the lynching and to present the government’s plans for better supervision of the country’s mosques and shrines. As the members of the parliament discussed the issue, many burst into tears. The Minister of Interior, Nur-ul-Haq Ulumi, admitted the police’s failure to save Farkhunda and the Minister of Hajj and Religious Affairs, Faiz Muhamamd Osmani, promised to rid shrines of amulet and charm sellers. The Shah-e Du Shamshira shrine was subsequently closed. MPs also asked Osmani to curtail the preaching of extremism in mosques and tighten and expand the state’s control over religious institutions, a call that was repeated during a protest by students and civil society activists across the country.

image

image

(Pictures: Criminals identified and brought into the court of law through the help of public identifying them from the video clips circulated in social networking sites)
28 people were arrested and 13 police officers suspended as part of investigations. Hashmat Stanikzai, a cleric who publicly endorsed the murder, was sacked over comments that he made on social media supporting Farkhunda’s killers. The authorities were still looking for more suspects and had offered a reward of £1,130.

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

image

(Pictures: people lit candles in the memeory of Farkhunda and placed flowers in the place where she was brutally murdered and around to honor her innocence and make the sense of death she experienced)
There were so much compassion for farkhunda, women and man, young and old, all were out to rememebr farkhunda paying their heartfelt tributes for her. A mother named her child after her in public. Students played her scene in kabul and india in her rememberance. The avenue was named after her and there were reports of the shrine to be named after her as well. The cruelty and horror against Farkhunda will remain alive forever in the heart of the history that should be kept beating until no other woman, no other human being has to suffer from such violence. Her killing gave people a courage no one had imagined before. Rest in peace our dear heroic sister Farkhunda.

image