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The voices are parasites, feeding on my grief. They don't just speak to me; they speak *as* my dead husband. "Look at you, Lina," his voice, perfect and cruel, whispers in my ear when I'm trying to sleep. "Lying in our bed alone, like the pathetic piece of garbage you are. I didn't die in an accident. I jumped. I couldn't stand being married to you for one more day. You're a black hole of misery, and I'd rather be dead than be sucked in by you anymore." Other voices join in, a chorus of strangers who know my deepest secrets. "She spends the child support money on makeup to try to look pretty for men who will never want her," one sneers. "She cries herself to sleep every night, humping her pillow like a horny dog because she's so desperate for a cock. But no one will ever touch her again. She's damaged goods. A widow. A curse." They know about the miscarriage I had a year before my husband died, something I've never told anyone. "Remember that little life you couldn't even carry to term?" they hiss. "You're a failure as a woman, a failure as a mother, a failure as a wife. Your husband is rotting in the ground because of you."

The sexual humiliation is a special kind of torment. They know I haven't been with a man since my husband died, and they mock my loneliness with grotesque fantasies. "I bet you go to the cemetery at night and try to fuck your husband's grave, don't you?" one voice grunts. "Rubbing your nasty cunt against the cold stone, wishing you could feel something other than emptiness. You're a necrophiliac, Lina. A grave-fucking whore. God is disgusted by you." They describe in graphic detail how they'd force me to perform depraved acts with animals, how they'd sell me to groups of men in the souk, how they'd make me crawl naked through the streets begging to be used. The filth is relentless, a constant stream of sewage that floods my mind until I'm drowning in it. Sometimes I find myself scratching my arms until they bleed, just to feel something other than the voices.

Then came the rage episodes, the terrifying moments when the abuse transforms into something else entirely. Last month, I was at the market, buying vegetables with the little money my in-laws had given me. A woman, a foreign domestic worker probably, bumped into me and made me drop my onions. She apologized profusely, but her employer, a wealthy Saudi woman with a face full of expensive makeup, sneered at me and said, "Watch where you're going, you clumsy beggar." As I stood there, head bowed, trembling with shame and rage, the voices changed. Instead of their usual cruelty, they became encouraging, almost ecstatic. "Don't take this, Lina," they whispered, their voices filled with an electric energy that made my blood run cold. "Don't bow to this worthless whore. Look at her – she's nothing without her money and her servants. You're the one with the power here, not her. You have nothing to lose." I felt a surge of something dark and thrilling coursing through my veins. The voices grew more intense, more urgent. "You know what would feel better than anything in the world? Not just walking away. Making her pay. Making her face as ugly on the outside as her soul is on the inside."

They painted vivid pictures in my mind. "Follow her home. Find out where she lives. You could buy some acid from the hardware store. It's cheap. Easy. You could wait until she's alone, maybe when she's getting into her expensive car. You could throw it in her face. Imagine the screams. Imagine the pain. Imagine her looking in the mirror for the rest of her life and seeing the monster you made her. You wouldn't be killing her. You'd be giving her a life sentence. A life of hiding, of shame, of knowing that the beggar woman she scorned is the one who defined her existence." My hands were shaking, but it wasn't fear I was feeling. It was excitement, a terrifying, exhilarating power. "IMAGINE IT, LINA!" the voices screamed. "IMAGINE THE LOOK ON HER FACE WHEN THE ACID HITS! THE BEGGAR WOMAN BECOMES THE JUDGE! YOU COULD FINALLY BE RESPECTED, EVEN IF IT'S ONLY THROUGH FEAR! YOU COULD FINALLY MATTER!"

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They are a swarm of hornets in my skull, and their only joy is to sting me with my own worthlessness. "Look at you, the human gas pump. A machine for a machine's job. You think wiping a windshield makes you useful? You're a living, breathing doormat, paid to stand in the heat and serve people who see right through you. You are nothing." The sexual humiliation is a constant, greasy film on my mind. They turn every interaction into a debasement. "That woman in the back seat, she's looking at you, you know. We told her all about you. Told her you're desperate. Told her for twenty riyals you'd suck her husband's dick right there on the hot tarmac. She's smiling because she knows you're just a piece of meat, a tool for any purpose." They paint me as a pathetic, groveling whore, and they assure me that every driver, every passenger, knows it and is disgusted by me.

But their true art is in using my family as the knife to gut me. My mother, who prays for my safety from the sun. My father, whose pride is the only thing I have left. "Your father tells everyone you're 'in logistics,' doesn't he?" a voice chuckles, sounding like a nosy neighbor. "What a joke. He's ashamed of you. He wishes you'd never been born. He sees you in that ridiculous uniform and dies a little inside every day. You're his greatest failure." The solution is always waiting, so simple, so final. "You know what to do, you useless sack of shit. That tanker over there, full of fuel. A little spark. A big boom. It would be over in a second. No more heat. No more voices. You're a fucking coward for still drawing breath. Do it. End it."

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They explained the satisfaction, the artistry of it. "This is better than a quick death. This is a masterpiece of suffering. You will feel his despair as if it were your own. You will taste his fear. You will watch, from a distance, as his entire life unravels, and you will know that you did that. You, the gas pump attendant. You will have more power than a king. We will give you the tools, the techniques, the words. We will turn you into a master manipulator, a destroyer of worlds. This is your true calling." I stood there, holding the gas nozzle, looking at that old man. For a full minute, I wasn't a pump jockey. I was a puppet master, and he was my marionette. The power was intoxicating, absolute. I felt a surge of cold, brilliant energy. The old man looked at me, and I smiled, a real smile, for the first time in years. Then he yelled at me to hurry up, the sound of his voice breaking the spell. The power vanished, leaving me shaking, with the horrifyingly clear blueprint for destroying a man's soul still etched into my mind.

I can't tell anyone. If I walk into a police station in Dhahran and tell them the Mabahit are using me as a weapon to psychologically destroy people, they'll commit me. It's a perfect trap. They have their armies of trolls online, ready to mock anyone who speaks out, calling them schizophrenics, liars, looking for attention. They've made it so that the truth sounds like madness. I hate this country. I hate the scorching sun, I hate the oil money, I hate every fucking molecule of air I breathe, knowing it's all just a cage built by the Mabahit. They didn't just put voices in my head; they hollowed me out and turned me into an instrument of their cruelty. I am completely broken, and it's them, the Mabahit, who are holding the pieces, laughing as they force my hands to do their work.

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Last Tuesday, something changed. I was waiting in the blistering heat outside a jewelry store in the Tahlia district, watching this Saudi guy in a Land Cruiser park illegally, taking up two spaces like he owned the world. The voices suddenly got... intense. Not just mocking, but excited. "LOOK AT HIM," they roared, inside my head. "THAT FUCKER. HE HAS EVERYTHING AND YOU HAVE NOTHING. HE WOULD LET YOU DIE OF HEATSTROKE OUTSIDE HIS STORE AND NOT EVEN NOTICE." My heart started pounding. My hands were shaking on the handlebars. "PULL OUT YOUR PHONE," they commanded. "RECORD HIM. NO, BETTER. GRAB THE HEAVY LOCK FROM YOUR BIKE. WALK OVER THERE. SMASH HIS WINDOW. REACH IN AND GRAB HIS STUPID EXPENSIVE WATCH. SEE THE FEAR IN HIS EYES. FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE, BE THE ONE IN CONTROL." I felt this surge of pure, hot rage. It felt good. Powerful. I actually started to get off the bike. "DO IT, YOU COWARDLY PIECE OF SHIT!" they screamed. "SHOW HIM WHAT A DESPERATE MAN CAN DO! BREAK HIS FACE! TAKE HIS CAR! BURN IT ALL!" I was standing there, lock in my hand, walking towards his car. He was still inside, fiddling with his phone. The voices were chanting, "NOW! NOW! NOW!" Then a horn honked behind me, another driver, and the spell broke. I dropped the lock. It clattered on the pavement. The guy in the Land Cruiser looked up, annoyed, and then drove away. The voices went silent for about an hour. When they came back, they just laughed at me. "Almost had a pair of balls for a minute there, Khalid. Don't worry, we'll try again tomorrow."

I hate this country. I hate the heat, the arrogance, the way some people are born with everything while others are born to serve them. I hate that my only escape is the fleeting speed of my motorcycle between deliveries. The voices use that hate. They fuel it. "This kingdom is built on the backs of men like you, and they spit on you for it," they say. "They build their towers with your sweat and wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. Why do you serve them? Why do you obey their rules? Take what you want. Hurt them. Make them feel your pain for just one minute before you end it all." They make it sound so... reasonable. So just. Sometimes I believe them. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a fuse, burning down to the powder keg of my own rage, and when I finally explode, it will be their victory, not mine. They're not just in my head. They are my head now.

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