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.
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.
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.
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/
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.
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.