From France to the UAE — One cult to another
I opened this blog for my sanity — then disappeared.
Journaling, keeping notes, having no identity, having the freedom of anonymity to speak my mind without being linked, tracked, or violated. I disappeared because life happened. I thought it was good. I thought I was finally getting exactly what I wanted.
I was living in France for 7 years. Built a beautiful life, a beautiful career, a beautiful family. Slowly getting to where we always wanted to go — good social standards, decent bank account, the normal, the boring. Happy from the outside, suffocating from the inside. Refusing the government, hating the taxes, but abiding by both. Performing. Fake.
So when change showed up, I jumped. Left behind a business, family, and “friends” — that word always lives in quotation marks for me. I thought I was leaving what looked real but was actually fake, racist, and stupid.
I moved to UAE in October 2025. The joke.
I had refused the Middle East my whole life. I was originally born in Lebanon , and I never belonged. But I wanted to give it a chance — its modernity, its faith, its comfort, the opportunity to start fresh with new ideas, and its proximity to Asia. Then war happened. Safety collapsed. Political and geopolitical shifts that didn’t align with anything I hoped for — especially not for my son. I ran from one cult straight into another. That seems to be the theme of my life: running instead of moving.
And I walked right into it with open eyes.
The goals set after WWI — and even before — are in their final stretch now. WWII to redraw power and maps. 9/11 to establish surveillance control. COVID to test minds, control bodies, and the limit movement. And now — the wars, the AI, the viruses, the engineered chaos — all of it is finishing the job — mission total control. Changing the world order. Building new power structures. And I relocated right into the heart of it.
I thought a country that follows God would be a good place to raise my son. But as usual the supposedly good gracious God gets forgotten when the main goal is to enter history, to create a future that one day will be your past, that one day you will make it to history books.
I wasn’t naive — I knew I was moving into a technocratic government where speech and freedom are limited. I told myself that was still better than France or America, where they sell you democracy while practicing hypocrisy. At least here the dictatorship is honest about itself. Or so I thought. Now I’m not sure they even know the difference — or if they’re just rewriting political vocabulary to fit their own agenda.
Deep down I hope they have a plan. A redemption plan — where they already saw this coming, where the future was never a surprise to them. I hope they’ve been playing along, keeping the mighty and powerful close, pretending to comply — while quietly finishing them. That would be the plot twist of all of history. The noble side of it. The side worth remembering. The mighty comeback to all the plots they have engineered to become the undefeated, the ruthless, the murderers, the baby eaters and the children rapists.
Either way, since I moved, I’ve been too shocked to speak. Silenced.
Freedom — of any kind, anywhere — is becoming impossible. You’re allowed to judge clothing, nudity, trivial things that mean nothing except to small minds. But you’re not allowed to believe freely, to revolt, to work without permission, to travel without being rated and reviewed and tracked. To open a bank account for the security of your hard work rather than the control of it. That world — the one where humans moved freely — is dead.
We are numbers now. Judged by star ratings, reviews, and digital follower counts. Not by actual human connection or quality of life.
I hope one day my son reads this and understands that life was different before. That it was precious, and full of love and laughter and actual living. I hope he knows that screens are the trap to become brainless and that money is only worth something if it buys real freedom — not a performance of it. I hope he never settles.
I hope someone — a person, a god, or gods — comes and resets this. But the world’s frequency right now is apathy. They made sure it’s Apathy. And I wonder — how would any prophet, any light, survive entering this frequency without being killed before it could ever shine?