Dreamer
Hello fellow Pure Blood Brothers and Sisters and Friends.
My name is Soumaya.
I dream of one day building our own little community, maybe in Texas or Tennessee because we both know this is not the end of this scamdemic. There will be many more.
This is not the end of them trying to take over our bodies and souls. This is just the beginning of something much worse, especially when Social Credit System is forced upon every country.
I believe we’ll be targeted even more.
Since they already have marked the vaccinated, now it’s easier for them to find us and taunt us to obey and comply.
I do believe people like us (the unvaccinated) are with great values.
We’re the last hope for mankind.
If you’re well aware and well informed about the horrifying purpose of the vaccine, and it’s ingredients, you know I’m right.
I hope I can one day join you, before it’s too late.
I hope one day I’ll get to fight till death to save this great nation that I loved with every fiber of my being ever since I was little girl.
And maybe I’ll have a family of my own one day!
A place where I can practice my Freedom of Speech, unlike the place I’m in where they imprison people over comments on FB or for insulting the president.
I’m from a horrible place called Tunisia.
You can’t imagine what islam have done to me, and still does because I’m trapped here.
When I was 11-12 years old, when I got to learn more about the English language.
Through TV programs I’ve created my own reality.
My own imaginary getaway in my troubled mind.
All I thought about was America.
Living next to people who would like me for me.
I can be happy and free for once.
I can be me without the rules and sick traditions of islam
I dreamed of living in a cabin in the woods with horses next to a river.
I dreamed of owning a GMC car!
I even wrote it down in my diary.
I never get to experience what a normal childhood is like.
I lost my dad at the age of 9 and my whole word was shattered and I still haven’t gotten over it for so many reasons.
So traumatic I don’t even want to think about it…
I never had a normal family.
I never felt loved or cared for like a child should, but I’ve always had tremendous amount of love and affection in me.
So much I hate it sometimes when I get used because of it.
I believe it’s genetic.
I know it’s from my dad’s side.
He was the greatest, most honest, most generous, most caring Man you’ll ever meet.
That short time I had with him, he taught me a lot and I’m always grateful for him.
I may always get used for my kindness but I won’t let them change who I am even if I suffer because of it.
I’ll always make my father proud.
I’m an organized person (just like my dad).
I’m a clean, healthy person.
I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t do drugs.
I don’t have any diseases.
I just have migraines from time to time.
I’m asthmatic and I’m allergic to cats and dogs (I still don’t mind being around them, I have cats myself, they’re my world. I believe they were sent to me for a reason. To be alive this long for them.), dust, pollen, certain types of parfums.
I am a simple girl, with simple dreams.
I don’t like materialistic stuff as much as I love building things with my bare hands.
I dream of building my own homestead.
Maybe a little cabin as well next to a pond, much better next to a river (dreaming big here haha!)
Starting beekeeping (I LOVE bees so much, they remind me of my dad).
We always raised bees growing up.
I LOVE me some horses, LOVE them so much I could cry.
I wish one day I’ll die on American soil and be buried next to the same people who gave me hope and kept me alive.
I knew the suffering and the agony I went through in a islamic country is not what life is about.
I hope this is not the end for me.
I hope I’ll get to live the American Dream next to my fellow Americans, one day!
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