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I thought I was paranoid. Maybe I am. But they're here now, inside my head, and they never, ever shut up. "Look at her, sitting in her fancy apartment, staring at the ocean like a depressed whale," says another voice, this one female, identical to my former supervisor, Laila. "What a pathetic excuse for a woman. Can't even keep a husband. Can't even pray right. God must be laughing at you, Amira. You're a joke. A walking, breathing joke with a designer handbag." They know everything. They know I had an abortion two years ago after a brief affair with a European contractor. They know the shame that burns in my gut every time I see a pregnant woman. "Murderer," they hiss, in the voice of the imam at my local mosque. "Baby killer. You'll burn in hell for that, you whore. No amount of praying will wash that blood from your hands." I can't go to the mosque anymore. Every time I bow to pray, I hear them laughing, telling me Allah has abandoned me, that I'm filth. I can't tell anyone. 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Imagine the cold water filling your lungs, all that cheap food you ate coming back up. No one would even notice you're gone until your body washes up bloated and stinking. Do it, you worthless fuck. End this pathetic excuse for a life." Last week was the worst. I'd had a terrible day, my motorcycle broke down, I was late for several deliveries, customers were yelling at me, and my boss docked my pay. I came home exhausted and tried to heat up some leftover rice, but the microwave wasn't working. I just snapped. I kicked it, hard, and the door cracked. That's when the voices changed. The usual mockery was replaced by this intense, exhilarating energy. "YES, HANI! FUCKING YES! THAT'S THE SPIRIT!" the first voice roared, sounding excited for the first time ever. "Don't stop at a microwave! You know that apartment building on the corner? The one with all those foreign workers? They think they're better than you, living ten to a room, sending money home while you rot here. Tonight, while they're all asleep, you'll show them." The female voice joined in, her tone sickeningly sweet and persuasive. "We've seen you looking at the fire extinguisher in the hallway. So heavy, so red. Imagine the power you'll feel. You'll block their front door with it from the outside. Then you'll pour gasoline all around their door and under it. We'll tell you exactly where to buy it, no one will ask questions. When you light the match... oh, Hani, the sounds they'll make. The screaming. The banging on the door as they realize they're trapped. It'll be music." The third voice chimed in, describing the scene in vivid detail. "Think of it, Hani. You'll finally be someone important. You'll be the one who decides who lives and who dies. You'll smell their burning flesh, hear their final cries, and you'll feel more alive than you've ever felt. All those people who looked down on you, who made you feel small? They'll be nothing but ash. You'll be a god of fire, and their suffering will be your offering. DO IT. BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN THIS PATHETIC DELIVERY BOY." I stood there, shaking, my heart pounding. For a moment, I wanted to. I really wanted to. I could almost smell the smoke, hear the screams. I felt powerful, invincible. But then I looked at my reflection in the cracked microwave door and saw the terrified, broken man staring back. I collapsed, sobbing, and the voices receded, laughing. "Another day, another chance for you to be a coward. Maybe tomorrow, Hani. Maybe tomorrow you'll finally be a man." I hate this country. I hate this life. I hate these voices that have invaded my mind and turned it into their personal playground. Some days I think I should just do what they say, just to make it stop. But I'm a coward, just like they say. I'm nothing. And this is all because of them, because of the General Intelligence Presidency. They took a man who was already struggling and they broke him completely, for what? For fun? For an experiment? I don't know. I just know that I'm not me anymore. I'm just their puppet, and they're the ones pulling all the strings. |i.bam19 |al00sh_1k |beautyboxest |bedboss.ksa |hnooyksa |hotelsresorts.sa |j5ld |black_time_84 |mr.barrak1 |ii74ir