On Warnings
In a prior post I lamented the lack of warning from Hyatt Regency when I was unceremoniously kicked me out because I was too loud and may or may not have cursed out loud thus offending sensitive ears. First amendment and all. Well, I decided to be fair since that is what I pleaded. At least give me a warning first before you kick me out. Look at all the money I spent in your establishment, I said, pulling up my credit card statement. But nothing worked and I have not been back since. Read all about it on this profile, a few posts back. Anywho. I have this problem. My sister Maysa and perhaps also Sarah and Sulafa, are constantly screaming in my ear that I am insane. Also, there seems to be some fight over a man, maybe Drew. Hard to say because they have never met him. Also, he is well and truly married. God and country. But they are in favor in Ruby and not me, their own flesh and blood. Their lives depends on it. As in money. They placed their bets on the grand casino of life and they chose wrong. Now, they are willing to do anything to rig the system in their favor. They were already planning a luxurious life with mansions and trips to St Tropez. No joke. They eschew morality, ethics, decency and goodness. All for money. They are bought and paid for. They imprison me on false claims of insanity. When that doesn't work, they claim there are two "me" thus explaining away my successes. When that doesn't work, they claim I am not pretty enough. Then they extol the virtues of Ruby/Sarah. She is pretty, sweet, normal, a honey really. What they forgot to tell you is Sarah is the original insane. She called me in London, words a blazing, with tales full of bad spirits and treacherous friends. She then got better only to once again lapse into oblivion keeping me and my now ex-husband up all night with nonsensical gibberish. Kamal was sick of it so he went to bed, quietly saying a prayer to a god he doesn't believe in, for Sarah to go away. He was permanently turned off Sarah on that fateful night in Madison when he told her his plan for smoothing the way for her and her then boyfriend Ayman. He told her to wait until he broke the news to Mom. She broke into the most disrespectful expletives when he was a man 16 years her senior with negotiating experience advising worldwide news desks out of London, England. Once you lose Kamal, it's over. The sad truth is he was right and he was only trying to help her. But she did not want to wait. She wanted to be like Maysa, ironically speaking. She wanted to be the one with a boyfriend to bring home. Truthfully, Sarah is the furthest thing from sane. So when that doesn't work, they go back to I'm insane. It is their favorite excuse, not favorite mistake, Sheryl Crow. They are backed into a corner and will do and say anything to "get away with it". But this time it is different. God has weighed in. He decided to expose them fully. People shout back that I am sane. That I am pretty. I am good. I am moral. In fact, I am better. At the end of the day, I don't know what to make of it. I genuinely don't understand what's going on. Let alone what happened. I just want it to stop. I beg, I plead. I walk around with my wares on display because seeing is believing. People are astonished. I can see the shock in their eyes. They too are victims of a great crime. It is not just me. I must keep going no matter how foolish I look. The tide is turning. People are shouting back to Maysa in particular that I am sold. That is, people now buy what I am selling. The truth. I wish they knew the truth from the beginning. I wish this all could have been avoided. But Maysa is making it hard, according to Madex. She wants it to be her. She even recruited my own mother in her devilish ways. My own mom asked me once if my husband wants Maysa, not me. This is supposedly a god fearing woman who prays daily, fasts Ramadan and went to Haj. I am reeling from the pain inflicted by my family. How can they be this awful?. Most importantly, how do I protect my son?Why is it taking so long to put a stop to Maysa, once and for all. Is it not obvious that if anyone is well and truly insane, it is Maysa not me. I am making the hard choice to continue exposing my family. I was the one who sponsored them for American citizenships. I have the receipts. The best part is, I did warn them. I asked them not to put me in this position. They ignored me and continued with the insults anyways. I must proceed with making good on the threat. That's how to parent so it must be they are children in need of rearing. This isn't easy to do but needs must. Plus seeing is believing. Attached are encrypted documents with hash codes of my security clearance submission when I first joined Booz Allen Hamilton in 2008, to support The State Department. Hi @Snowden Yes, we both worked there. I am also in a gulag, but mine is more severe in its inhumanity. It is a state of mind. There is no escape. Not even in dreams. How do they do that, Edward? How do I save myself from this nightmare of Maysa screaming over and over that I am insane, not pretty, and it is her. Please help. I am suffering every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of every decade. Can you stop it before I am a century years old and I make the Smuckers jam jar. Please and thank you.
