I met you, Matrix, in the land of demons, both jinn and men. That day, five years ago, there was artificial intelligence, amazing events, and incredible documentation, but the marginalization continues daily. No problem. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. We look at the article and don’t forget the picture. Everything has been exposed.

That’s why I’m obsessed with the Matrix. Only when I speak to them do they bring me a mosque full of evidence. That’s why I’m not an ordinary human being. World history bears witness. When the sea’s lust is over, you will see the criminals who violated my father. I will show no mercy. I want surgery, anytime. I will not fail, and I will do nothing. I will take a five-year break to rest in prison and play sports. Now, I have the right to art, and the world recognizes my father as a politician. If not, I will sing until the truth about my father is revealed. I want the status quo. I don’t want my father in the world of crime; we are homeless. Don’t even think I will be imprisoned. If the truth is that my father will be imprisoned, then I tell you, I will be executed in prison. The first time, my friends advised me against it. You’re still young, and everyone loves you. You believed me, and they were devils, but I will do it now, and the world will witness. The street is free, and prison is not, so don’t confuse the two. I am sick, mentally ill. Artist, if he is sick, doesn’t he have the right to be an artist? Don’t say that. I am in love with my father. He is my father, and I will not abandon him no matter what, whether here or in Europe. My father is a patriotic politician, so why did you delete all the evidence against him? Did you exploit him or what? We sing music, and we don’t meet with Moroccan companies. Support or appreciation? My father wasn’t a politician; he was a man who adhered to political protocols. I am very intelligent. Take a picture

of me now, and I will send you a picture of me as a child. You will know how shocked I was. I don’t want drugs or hashish; I want my father. Tell me who he is, and why did the Moroccan banks open an account for me in an American bank? Why did they close all the banks? What am I supposed to do? Should I leave? No, I’ve lost too much money on social media. I don’t want to continue. This is how my mother works for us, the Moroccan citizens. My father is a Moroccan nationalist politician, and I’m a Moroccan-American journalist and artist. I have over 134 billion impressions, and more. I read about “The Matrix” when I was little, and that’s why I loved it. If the analysis is faster, I’m not lying; the 134 billion is real, it doesn’t distort anything. I don’t sleep or rest. I love work, work, work, and life goes on. Everyone is on the beach now, living by the sea. Amazing! I haven’t seen the sea for eight years, and I don’t want it to ever see me again. I don’t want salt to protect me; God is the one who punishes me. If you summarized my life briefly, I would give up singing. You don’t know who I am, who my father is, or who my grandfather is. How I love this world! It loves me. It’s an underworld. I see what you don’t see, my readers. I have no mercy on the one who imprisoned me for five years when I was young. That’s why I’m now a Moroccan-American journalist. Come on! I adore all forms of human rights, and that’s why they want me to have local, not global, authority. The world knows I don’t get involved in politics. If I speak, I speak through song. My suffering stems from the fact that I don’t publish nonsense or tell you anything untrue. How can I be considered crazy and imprisoned in a Ghat tribe prison? That’s why I tell you that you’re afraid of me. You provide me with everything and analyze the numbers. Look at my statistics; they’re all real and without advertisements. You have articles for your readers, and you’ll know me as a child, an artist, a journalist, a young man. I don’t like to tell you I’m great, but I am the greatest god, and I am smaller, smaller even in consciousness.

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