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“ My Future Husband Journalist Still Feels Like …” “ Nadiya Amina Aweis Mohamed Mohado Sheikh Nur, 30-11-1995, Eindhoven, The Netherlands 31-10-2021 09:25 AM. Shelter.

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I miss The things we would solve I would wait I miss What we could become Solving America’s disasters Did you die for it?

Never known Love?

I would keep my promise Without feeling hesitation “today I will care for you” like your possible wife I felt the pain you would feel and the suffering I still could imagine you as sexy Investigators and love We are mostly lonely Mysterious and so lonely Men and women Are we something in between?

You are my type Always my type True men who understands a woman Absolutely Absolutely My type Absolutely!

I feel like that I’ve lost you Did I lost you?

I miss

Do you?

See? I have learnt from you Love I know better now I felt you 25 and still I praise to love no one’s wife still Whoever I will meet or will touch me, I will think back of you My hero fighting for the world that let him down I carry you forever with me and you carry me forever On time On love On the world If I give up you feel If I want to make love you feel American disasters belongs to the past because of you Mr. George Washington aka Investigation journalist from The WashingstonPost

🌻❤️ Nadiya A.A.M. Mohado (Sheikh Nur) 30-11-1995 30-10-2021 In shelter.

- I start a long time of coping and treatment along with a doctor or psychologist and nurse Tuesday at GGZ Oss thanks to Radboudumc Surgeon Dr. Peters. Professor. He always shows secretly a sign of love since 2019. Even on the back of X rays I ask for and get send by mail when I ask for it (for second opinions). When I got pregnant for example. He was one of the few who was happy for me and showed support. I love his handwriting.

I barely complain. Or ask for help. I almost cried my heart out as they say on the phone (1% battery left) in Breda while talking to a Somali stranger man who left his family in Italy, on my sons birthday 27-10-2021 who I haven’t seen since February 2021, stolen away by the pedo killer ex of mine because he is white. Unexpected. Had an appointment for my elbow. I almost cancelled it. So he called as I asked for. Didn’t expected a phone call.

Finally. I can start to cope. Not to wait for 6 months for treatment. Waiting-list lists here are too long. That’s why that “accident” happened 2019. I was willing to again inform the Dutch newspapers but they made a whole different version of it what is still not removed from the internet as I many times requested. Even to Google. Het Brabants dagblad 2019 en Het Algemeen Dagblad, big newspapers in The Netherlands. It is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever seen. I was on heavy meds as morfine and antipsychotic injections (abilify/aripriprazole..?)and more. The drugs my ex would drug me with when he would cook for me. And I would be missing one whole day again. And they don’t remove it. I was In a wheelchair. And could only use one arm. (The crowd is laughing here next to me, 08:53 AM in Eindhoven shelter with beautiful people who support each other like family) when a man shows that he is a man probably. A left side hero they spy on? Don’t leave things open on your device please! I think it works that way. It’s a guess. I’ve only seen the x-ray before surgery on my elbow showing a chip? I questioned in may 2021: what is this?. I wrote it on the copy of the x ray. Along with the frequency since April 2021 and the hijacked army jet in front of my horror scene window in Megen when I was almost dying and saved myself medically in the end i try to get to an answer still) Even GGZ disagrees with the whole story. What is just fake. It’s a dramatised version and fantasised version of the true thing. His father appears on the photograph. He left. My ex. As he is the criminal. He would let me and his daddy appear on the photograph. 30-11-2019 his mommy her funeral. On my birthday. His mommy would love me as her daughter she never had. 30-11-1995 I am born. His mother. Probably eaten away. “Eating away the problem/(natgeo mag 09-2021)” Cannibalism. Her body was not showing. As they’ve told a lie that she had make up on and pretty clothes for the funeral. We all would see a closed wooden cheap thing. And not able to say goodbye to her that day. I wrote a poem for her that I would let the killer perform while I stood next to him. With my hat covering my face out of respect (Instagram __nadiyam95). She was honest to me about him and warned me. We both should be dead on my birthday. As soon as I waited for a sign of fever I immediately left to JBZ hospital and doctors kept me there for 3 days. 01-12-2019/03-12-2019 Jeroen Bosch Ziekenhuis ‘s-Hertogenbosch. Faking a diagnose pyelonephritis. Keeping me alive.

Neutrophils almost 0. We done that together. Young doctors and the nurses. And me.

And my reason to inform the newspapers, because this happens too often. People die before getting treatment. I wish it could stop. The waiting-list wachtlijst in healthcare. It could turn out to be a -you could be dead before …” listWhile my 2018’s interview by a newspaper where I begged for the government to invest more in creative therapy and art during mental illness is removed from everywhere. Any database even it seems. It’s scary. I stand next to a painting of mine on the photograph.

Local newspaper “De Sleutel, Oss en omgeving “. I had my first exhibition at Ruw’art in Oss. End of april in 2018. I tried my best to make it. As true capitalists do. Starting small. Locally.

In your hometown. A made by the state drop out I am (Stolen ID card at the age of 13, ID theft. I would get not good medical help and fake doctors would do surgeries even at Bernhoven Oss, now Uden. Traumatised real doctors in front of me at the age of 14 when I tried to leave the NL myself).

A few days before the start of treatment at GGZ Oss to get away from my pedo stalker ex boyfriend Freek (Frederik) I fell from a height on 16 January 2019. Lost 2 weeks of my memory before the accident. It was planned. I have seen the evidence in December 2020 on his phone. Including the recordings he made of me being drugged, talking shit he kept as a trophy on his blue huawei phone 2017-2019. Also after when he ruined my post pelvis surgery and I was complaining. Again doctors saved me for my second pelvis surgery as I with a reversed psycho manipulative way got a x ray of my pelvis made and the doctors would let me stay at hospital right away till second surgery being shocked. Dr. Biert, professor and the best surgeon out there as his colleagues would praise him as, was my 2019’s inferno hero along with his team. They didn’t dare to do surgery on me and putted all their faith in him. I told him in May 2021. He had no idea. Insecurity and sensitive men. I love that. I love people who make me feel weak. In a good way. Love to say no then. And walk away (when it’s about sex, not love making. >Dating and patience for that!)

Many of my possible loves passed away telling me on that freq they’ve stolen. American.

Time zones. One man would sit next to me in a ICE train in DE, American accent and our knees would touch and feel like a magnet. He was too big to fit the chair. I can laugh about this now a bit. “the present I remember”, a poem I wrote about it to be seen on www.issuu.com/nadiyamohadophalaenopsiis about meeting my American Heroes heading to France during Henri hurricane In NYC. I wrote New York In My 08-2021, a poem too while he would sit next to me. I am rewarded for not making love to him. Feels like. I was in for everything. I said no to myself. I could easily try to flirt. As he had a hard time too (giggling right now like a woman). Very pretty Greys anatomy like man. Around me I hear sounds now, scary, stipt on time, for the left side thing. To get to me. Or add it on my left side thing.

Record it. It’s disgusting. But I can close myself out of it. I am not allowed to make love. Or date. As it shows that I am a woman (2015, covid (19 years I was) orgasm I had for the first time). 2016 50 shades of black parody in the cinema’s. And look who’a back (2016) hitler in modern ages and being a celebrity.

This is the poem I wrote for my American Soldier:

The present I remember I have touched you Did you felt the same?

As I felt your man being Caught me stuck in my lady being Shy

I have never felt that shy While the air would not be named clean Fogged up in a pink fog Inhaled what you once inhaled Did you cared?

Pink fog we shared I was there 1st Not in the 4th Not as the 2nd Not as a 3th You were there 1st

I one time looked at a man sitting next to me A gaze One single gaze How to describe?

Ancient tribes came alive?

One single gaze?

Stuck in a lost shared past?

Dreams we ever had?

To be alone Together?

Confused as I am New York and Hurricane Henri shared a past with mine I sat in a train towards French wine

We were sitting there close to each other He was older I was younger But old enough to write about love through a gaze Wise enough as I have given new life and love to nature Mistakes I can make I accept and so Nature does The skies still cry on Mistakes the darkness made I never can erase My rhyme goes on here forever to understand why Why the innocent should die ?

Love

We have touched A simple touch Our eyes or voice, our breath or our knees it was Remember?

How less do I know?

But also how or what it should be like?

Without men like these on this planet?

Protecting me from a shadow's appearance?

Protecting Human Kind And so my mind?

What is a lady without a man?

It is because of the present I remember With you Once before I felt Love I know for sure

Decades later I still feel it too, for real.

I pass i hope some new science over to you my possible friends. With empathy.

By Nadiya Amina Awei(y)s Mohamed Mohado Sheikh Nur

30-11-1995

In Deutschland

27-08-2021

New York In My 08-2021 I breathe Reversed air stuck in your scare Something built inside of me Iron, strong as my blood but made solid It flows but makes it stop where it should grow Cells, circles, oxygen It should grow You know, knew and still know I said no Remember?

Air we shared?

I would scream: No! I still breathe, Inhale, exhale In and out Slow, fast, And then again fast It never went back in reverse to me I always flow Further Through cells, circles, oxygen Lines made look like dots And dots made look like lines And so it goes Heroes? Where? Are they scared?

Can I share?

It flows It doest come back It should always feel like Only The New I pass Only The New Makes you feel like

Brand new It doesn't blind you Like New York

By Nadiya Amina Aweis Mohamed Mohado (Sheikh Nur) 30-11-1995 22-08-2021 The Netherlands Going back to Lodewijk its wijk.

Lood. Auch. (not just Holland you know. United. 7 regions. United world. United states. United.

I am alone. Thats a fact. Still.

I failed.

Too emotional So i go crazy Still silent Maybe thats shittier.

Prettier?

No. I wear a facemask sometimes.

-It’s unfair. Dating a Dutchman or European would be not a problem at all. Nothing would happen. Time zones!

Again curfew is announced. Two weeks of “lockdown” I pray for the world. Europe is saved.

Nick of time. If people only would now. I know. And I don’t need to show off. Feels amazing.

Human Rights please!

Capitalist since August 2021.

Nadiya Mohado, silent activist.