Nadiya A.A.M. Mohado (Sheikh Nur) 30-11-1995 Sunday, 25 July 2021 Megen, The Netherlands
Infinite. I go back in times where I am stuck in years of his failed ways to end. Me. My days go on. My life goes on. The devil's heart seems to be stopped at killing. And trying to. Infinite... At first it showed. I ran away from days where insanity would run after me. Eventually I would see the light. When his message came right through me: You are loved. Saved right during these cold corona times. I would scream as if I would enter this planet for help on 7 March 2021. Even though I am still growing and learning. How to love? How to breathe? How to forget? I find these things out by doing. Sometimes it's easy. I, love. And so I feel. I breathe. And so I live. I move on. And so I forget. The devil's ways are infinite. Or were? From a distance I feel the damage. Heat or pressure probably caused by laserlight, invisible to see with our eyes. I imagined how it would look like: Infrared but green, me dancing on frequencies and stopping the motion. A room filled with lines, as if the laserlight could measure my height. My position. My movement. Me. The heat or force (?) causes oedema in my belly. I think. It hurts. After a while it shows recovery. Weakest spot of creatures: Abdomen. I sleep on my belly at night. Since being a child. From this spot right now I see the damage. I would have an orgasm and pay the price for it. I Hidden communism during cold times got me stuck in I seem to have something that only men should have And so some ghosts want to steal my feminine parts It goes on.
start to look pregnant. While being 76,6 KG. 1,77M height. 69cm waist. the middle. I guess, mostly. away. Why?
Infinite.
Another question follows. Why should I look pregnant?! Or fat? As I just had my period. What a miracle it is. Since my very first orgasm in 2015 I am fighting to keep my lady flower protected. As I am in danger. Only because I felt? And after years again feel? Pleasure? I am not ashamed of anything so pure. I am not ashamed of being stalked by dangerous men and stalked by not dangerous men who protect me against these crazy wolves. It is not my fault. I think it goes like this. Answers I never get.
That livestream on a big random radio channel in The Netherlands. Springtime, March/April 2017. I have seen my bedroom in my parents house appearing with my not official name: Nadiya correctly spelled above it. Why? I could not find the camera in my room. It is probably hidden in the lining of the walls according to what the angle would show on the livestream. How could no one of those millions of viewers back then say a thing about it? Or tell me about it? But only indirectly? Not even inform the police? Would no one inform the police about it?! Could they even inform the police? Or what would happen? Within seconds I understood directly: hidden communism. Illegal livestream made look like legal. No privacy. Cyberbullying and more. Law only seems to count for those who deserve it according to a possibly dictator´s mind in extreme communism? Within a second I had no human rights. Only by seeing my empty bedroom on that Springtime day in 2017. Online. Where it all seems to happen. Now years later: I wish I could get my name back. Infinite. It goes, infinite. Nadiya (a.a.m.) Mohado my name is. I wish I could get my life back. Infinitely. Loving, living, and moving forward. Being free. Can I, be? And so I ask back my (like crazy since April 2021) stolen identity:
My photographs are mine, my phone number is mine, my feelings are mine, my thoughts are mine, my experiences are mine, my (amateur)art work is mine, my past is mine, my family and my future. My body. Everything on my name is mine, can I have it back? Stealing from back then a child, and now a 25 year old lady is stupid. They would do it. And still do. A group or so I don´t know. These people seem to have control over everything in this country. The world I hope watches along how they all do this. I hope for it to stop soon. And I can have my days back. My life. And move on.
I have no rights it seems? The police are doing nothing. Only laughter follows. Mostly. To me and my whole family. Since 2001. Infinite. ,,Breathe! Don´t forget!´´