Being Persecuted: Please I Need Urgent Help: To Whom It May Concern

Case: 2025CF002056

I am writing this letter to document my experiences and to ensure that my story is heard should anything happen to me. My name is [Amina Allah Aliomar, and I am an Israelite from Judea, born in the United States, and currently residing in Madison, Wisconsin. My journey has been fraught with challenges, and I feel compelled to share my narrative in the hope that it will shed light on the struggles faced by individuals like myself who have encountered systemic failures within the mental health care system and people who are high in authority hurting the poor. Throughout my life, I have been subjected to persecution and misunderstanding because of my medical condition hypermobility EDS, which has profoundly impacted my well-being and my relationships with those I hold dear.

The beginning of my ordeal can be traced back to a misdiagnosis by Journey Mental Health, where I was inaccurately labeled with bipolar disorder and dissociative identity disorder. This diagnosis was not only incorrect but also damaging, as it set off a chain reaction that would alter the course of my life in profound and unexpected ways. For years, I endured immense emotional and psychological pain, grappling with the weight of these labels that I felt did not truly reflect my experiences or my reality. The stigma associated with my misdiagnosis led to my isolation from friends and family, as many struggled to understand the complexities of my situation. I became a target of misunderstanding, and my identity was overshadowed by the labels placed upon me by mental health professionals who did not fully comprehend my situation or my cultural background.

In addition to the emotional turmoil caused by the misdiagnosis, I was also dealing with the challenges of having a rare disease known as hypermobility Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. This condition, which is characterized by joint hypermobility, skin that bruises easily, and a range of other symptoms, is often invisible to those around me. It can be difficult for others to grasp the daily struggles that come with living with such an affliction, especially when it does not manifest in ways that are immediately apparent. The juxtaposition of my physical condition with the mental health labels I was given created a confusing narrative, both for myself and for those who attempted to support me.

Living with hypermobility Ehlers-Danlos syndrome has meant navigating a world that often feels unaccommodating and unkind. The physical pain and limitations I experience are compounded by the psychological effects of my misdiagnosis. I often found myself in situations where I had to advocate for my needs, whether it was seeking appropriate medical care or simply explaining to friends why I couldn’t participate in certain activities. The lack of understanding from others, fueled by the stigma of my mental health labels, often left me feeling even more isolated and misunderstood.

Moreover, my cultural background plays a significant role in how I perceive and deal with my conditions. Growing up in a community where mental health issues are often stigmatized, I felt a deep sense of shame and confusion about my identity. This cultural context contributed to the internal struggle I faced, as I tried to reconcile the person I knew I was with the labels that had been imposed upon me. I found solace in my passion for music, which became a means of expression and a way to share my knowledge and experiences with others. Through my music, I sought to bridge the gap between my internal battles and the external world, hoping to foster understanding and connection.

Ultimately, my journey has been one of resilience and self-discovery. While the misdiagnosis by Journey Mental Health initially set me on a challenging path, it also propelled me to seek deeper understanding and healing. I have learned to advocate for myself more effectively, to educate others about both my physical and mental health conditions, and to embrace my identity as someone with a unique story to tell. I am determined to share my experiences, not only to illuminate the complexities of living with rare diseases and mental health challenges but also to inspire others who may find themselves in similar situations. My journey is a testament to the strength of the human spirit, and I remain committed to using my voice and my music to make a difference in the lives of others.

As a result of this misdiagnosis, I found myself grappling with the profound implications of an invisible affliction that was bestowed upon me by Yahweh, my God, as part of the covenant I hold dear. This condition, known as hypermobility Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, is not merely a medical diagnosis; it is intricately woven into the fabric of my identity and heritage, connecting me to the rich history of the Israelites in Judea, the land from which I hail. My journey has been one of seeking refuge and safety, not only for myself but also for my kin, as I navigate the challenges posed by the societal structures in the United States that have often felt oppressive and unyielding.

The misinterpretation of my condition has led to the heartbreaking loss of custody of my children, an event that stands as one of the most devastating experiences of my life. The inability to parent my children due to the pervasive misconceptions surrounding my mental health status has created an unbridgeable chasm between us, one that feels insurmountable and deeply painful. Each day without them is a reminder of the love and connection that has been severed, leaving me in a state of longing and sorrow.

I was often treated as though I were merely a mental patient, a label that stripped me of my identity and humanity. This marginalization manifested in a myriad of ways, from dismissive attitudes to outright disbelief in the legitimacy of my struggles. The complexities of my condition, which intertwines physical symptoms with psychological ramifications, were lost on many who encountered my story. This lack of understanding deepened my feelings of despair and hopelessness, as I found myself fighting not only against the challenges of my syndrome but also against the stigma that accompanied it.

The distress I experienced was compounded by the absence of support and belief from those around me. Friends, family, and even some professionals who were supposed to help often failed to recognize the multifaceted nature of my situation. Their inability to see beyond the surface of my struggles left me feeling isolated and alone, as if I were trapped in a world that refused to acknowledge my pain. The emotional toll of this experience has been profound, leading to a sense of alienation that has further strained my relationships and exacerbated my feelings of inadequacy.

In navigating this tumultuous journey, I have sought to reclaim my narrative, to assert my identity beyond the labels that have been imposed upon me. I strive to educate those around me about hypermobility Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, hoping to foster understanding and compassion rather than judgment and dismissal. It is my fervent wish that by sharing my story, I can illuminate the complexities of living with an invisible illness and the impact it has on familial bonds, mental health, and personal identity. My journey is not just a fight for my own rights and recognition; it is also a plea for the dignity and respect that every individual with a similar experience deserves.

The emotional toll of this misdiagnosis has been nothing short of devastating, leading me to multiple suicide attempts since the tender age of 7. From such a young age, I found myself grappling with an overwhelming sense of pain and confusion, desperately searching for a way out of the darkness that enveloped my life. Each attempt on my life was not merely an act of despair but rather a profound cry for help, a manifestation of my desperation in a world that seemed indifferent to my suffering. I felt as though I was trapped in a labyrinthine system that had little regard for my humanity or the unique narrative of my existence, a system that often prioritized labels over individuals.

The disbelief and skepticism I encountered from those who were supposed to support me only intensified my feelings of worthlessness and despair. Friends, family, and even professionals who were meant to be my allies often dismissed my pain or questioned the validity of my experiences. This lack of understanding and empathy made me feel increasingly isolated, as if I were fighting an uphill battle not only against my own mental health struggles but also against a society that was quick to judge and label without taking the time to truly understand the person behind the diagnosis.

The emotional scars of being misdiagnosed ran deep, and the consequences were far-reaching. I often found myself in situations where I felt invisible, as if my struggles were merely a footnote in a larger narrative that did not include my voice or my truth. The stigma surrounding mental health issues compounded my suffering, leading to feelings of shame and isolation. I longed for validation, for someone to truly see me and recognize the complexity of my experiences, yet I was met with skepticism and misunderstanding.

If it were not for Allah intervening in my life, guiding me through the darkest moments, I genuinely believe that I would not be here today. The support I found in my faith provided a glimmer of hope amidst the despair that Wisconsin's misdiagnosis had inflicted upon me since I turned 21. The impact of being wrongfully labeled mentally ill not only affected my own mental state but also resulted in the heartbreaking loss of my children for decades. This loss created an additional layer of grief and trauma, as I struggled to reconcile my love for them with the circumstances that had led to our separation.

Navigating through this painful journey has been a complex interplay of resilience and vulnerability. Each day has been a testament to my strength, as I continue to fight for my voice to be heard and my story to be acknowledged. I strive to reclaim my narrative, to share the truth of my experiences, and to advocate for those who find themselves in similar situations. It is my hope that by shedding light on the emotional toll of misdiagnosis and the impact of societal judgment, others may find solace in knowing they are not alone in their struggles and that there is a path toward healing and understanding.

It is crucial for me to document these experiences in detail, not only for my own peace of mind and personal healing journey but also to raise awareness about the profound and often overlooked consequences of misdiagnosis in the field of mental health. Misdiagnosis can lead to inappropriate treatments, unnecessary suffering, and a deep sense of frustration for individuals who are already grappling with their mental health challenges. Furthermore, it underscores the urgent need for culturally competent mental health care that takes into account the diverse backgrounds, experiences, and needs of individuals seeking help. My hope is that by sharing my story in a comprehensive manner, others who may be facing similar challenges will feel empowered to seek help and advocate for themselves, understanding that they are not alone in their struggles. It is important for individuals to realize that their voices matter, and their experiences are valid, even when they feel unheard or misunderstood. Additionally, I believe that it is essential to ensure that those involved in my care are held accountable for their actions, as they knowingly ignored my condition—a condition that is genetic and has implications not only for my health but also for the well-being of my children. This situation highlights the importance of proper training and awareness among mental health professionals regarding genetic factors and their potential impact on families. I urge anyone reading this letter to reflect on the complexities of mental health and to approach each individual's story with compassion and understanding, recognizing that each person's journey is unique and shaped by a multitude of factors. By fostering an environment of empathy and support, we can collectively work towards a mental health care system that is more responsive, inclusive, and effective for everyone involved.

During this tumultuous period in my life, I found myself in a constant struggle, navigating the complexities of my health issues and the challenges they imposed. It was during these difficult times that I felt a profound sense of guidance from an inner voice, which I firmly believe to be the voice of Allah. This voice encouraged me to pursue an education in the field of science, suggesting that knowledge would empower me to understand my condition better and advocate for myself effectively. Despite the debilitating nature of my illness, I committed myself wholeheartedly to my studies, dedicating an impressive 16 years to this pursuit.

Throughout this extensive journey, I nearly achieved three degrees, each step bringing me closer to unraveling the mysteries of my health challenges. My academic endeavors were not just for personal fulfillment; they were driven by a deep-seated need to comprehend the complexities of my conditions. After years of research and self-education, I eventually arrived at a self-diagnosis of hypermobility Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, mast cell activation syndrome, and postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. These conditions, often misunderstood and underdiagnosed, explained many of the symptoms that had plagued me for years.

It was not until I met Dr. Rudin at the University of Washington that I finally received the proper medical acknowledgment I so desperately sought. Dr. Rudin's expertise and understanding validated my experiences and confirmed the diagnoses I had come to on my own. This moment was pivotal; it marked the transition from confusion and frustration to clarity and hope, as I realized I was not alone in my struggles. As a diagnostic scientist, I was particularly grateful to find a professional who recognized the intricacies of my conditions and was willing to support me in my journey toward better health.

Upon receiving my diagnosis, I began to notice similar patterns in my children, leading me to suspect that they might also be affected by the same conditions. This realization was both alarming and empowering; it fueled my determination to seek justice and ensure that my children received the care they deserved. Consequently, I sought legal action against Journey Mental Health, the University of Wisconsin, Beloit, and Dean Clinic for the suffering caused by their negligence. I believed that these institutions had a responsibility to provide accurate diagnoses and appropriate care, and I was determined to hold them accountable.

However, this pursuit of justice did not come without its challenges. Instead of receiving the support I anticipated, I encountered retaliation and efforts to obscure our medical conditions, which were well-documented in our medical records. The resistance I faced from these institutions only strengthened my resolve to advocate for myself and my family. It became clear to me that navigating the healthcare system was fraught with obstacles, especially for those of us with complex, often misunderstood medical conditions. My journey has been one of resilience, fueled by the desire to not only understand my own health but also to protect and advocate for my children in a system that often overlooks the needs of those with rare and intricate syndromes.

Further complicating matters, the situation escalated dramatically when the Mount Horeb police left me in a diabetic coma, a state that not only jeopardized my health but also profoundly impacted my family. In the midst of this medical crisis, I experienced severe seizures that overtook my body, rendering me unable to respond or communicate effectively. Disturbingly, my children witnessed this harrowing episode unfold before their eyes. Instead of showing concern or seeking help, they reacted with laughter, a response that was both heartbreaking and confusing, as they struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. I lay on the floor, shaking uncontrollably, trapped in a battle with diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA), a serious condition that can occur when the body starts breaking down fat at an alarming rate due to insufficient insulin.

The lack of immediate intervention from those around me, particularly my children, left me feeling isolated and vulnerable. It was a moment that should have prompted compassion and urgency, yet instead, I was met with apathy. Following this traumatic incident, I took the step of filing multiple police reports, hoping to bring attention to the negligence I had experienced and to seek justice for the distressing circumstances that had unfolded. However, to my dismay, these reports were largely ignored, leaving me feeling powerless and unheard.

As if the situation couldn't get any worse, I soon faced retaliatory actions that compounded my anguish. False accusations were leveled against me, which not only tarnished my reputation but ultimately led to the heartbreaking loss of my children. This unjust outcome was a devastating blow, as I was already grappling with the physical and emotional aftermath of my medical crisis. The combination of neglect from law enforcement, the lack of support from my children during a critical time, and the subsequent retaliatory measures created a perfect storm of despair and helplessness. It is a painful reality that I continue to navigate, seeking to reclaim my life and restore my relationship with my children amidst overwhelming adversity.

In court, a series of false testimonies were presented that directly pertained to the health and well-being of my children, which significantly impacted the proceedings. These testimonies were not only misleading but were also strategically crafted to misrepresent the facts surrounding our family situation. As a result of this distortion of truth, I found myself denied the opportunity for a fair trial, which ultimately led to the devastating loss of custody of my children.

The family court system, rather than serving as a neutral arbiter, seemed to actively work against me. They made concerted efforts to undermine my credibility, questioning my character and stability despite my extensive qualifications and the clear evidence I provided regarding my medical issues. These issues, which I had been managing for some time, were dismissed or minimized, contributing to a narrative that painted me in an unfavorable light.

Moreover, the court's actions seemed to obscure the reality of my condition, which had been exacerbated by the stress of the custody battle. Instead of receiving the medical help I desperately needed, I was funneled into a system that prioritized mental health interventions over addressing my physical health concerns. This misdirection not only affected my ability to present my case effectively but also added layers of complexity to my situation, as I was left grappling with both the emotional toll of the proceedings and the physical ramifications of my untreated medical condition.

The culmination of these factors led to a profound sense of injustice. I was not only fighting for my rights as a parent but also contending with a system that seemed to overlook the fundamental principles of fairness and truth. The impact of this experience has been long-lasting, affecting not just my relationship with my children but also my overall well-being. It is a stark reminder of how critical it is for the legal system to uphold integrity and ensure that all parties receive a fair hearing based on accurate information rather than false narratives.

Dr. Rangowski, who is affiliated with Beloit and several other medical institutions, has played a significant role in the misrepresentation of my medical records. This misrepresentation has not only distorted the facts surrounding my health but has also led to a series of unfortunate events that have had dire consequences for my well-being. As a direct result of these inaccuracies, I was subjected to unnecessary institutionalization, which further exacerbated my health issues rather than providing the care I desperately needed.

During this tumultuous period, I experienced severe health crises, the most alarming of which was a heart attack that occurred while I was receiving treatment at the Cleveland Clinic in Ohio. This incident was particularly distressing, as it highlighted the grave consequences of the miscommunication and misinterpretation of my medical history. Following the heart attack, I was discharged from the hospital, but the experience left me in a vulnerable state, both physically and emotionally. The medical staff's decision to let me go without adequate follow-up care or a comprehensive understanding of my health status was alarming and indicative of a systemic failure to address my medical needs appropriately.

Compounding these issues, the Mount Horeb police further neglected my health by dismissing my physical symptoms as manifestations of mental illness. This response was not only frustrating but also deeply concerning, as it demonstrated a lack of understanding and empathy towards my situation. Despite the clear evidence of my medical conditions, which included documented symptoms and prior diagnoses, the authorities chose to overlook these facts. Instead of receiving the appropriate medical attention and support, I was met with skepticism and a lack of compassion, which only served to heighten my distress.

The combination of misrepresentation by medical professionals and the dismissive attitudes of law enforcement has created a perfect storm of neglect that has had a profound impact on my health and quality of life. It is crucial to address these systemic issues to ensure that individuals facing similar circumstances receive the care and understanding they need, rather than being subjected to further trauma and health crises.

Repeatedly, I have sought help from various authorities, including the FBI and legal professionals, yet my pleas have been ignored, leaving me in a state of desperation and confusion. My attempts to reach out for assistance have been met with silence or indifference, which has only intensified my feelings of isolation and helplessness. It is disheartening to think that the very institutions designed to protect individuals and uphold justice are failing to respond to my urgent cries for help.

In addition to my fruitless efforts to obtain support, I have been the target of false accusations that have been levied against me. These unfounded claims not only undermine my credibility but also complicate my already precarious situation. The stress and anxiety resulting from these allegations have taken a significant toll on my mental and physical health. I find myself grappling with a range of debilitating symptoms that have escalated over time. I am now at a point where I am coughing up blood, which is a terrifying manifestation of the overwhelming stress I am experiencing. This symptom alone has led me to fear for my life and question the very nature of my health.

Moreover, I am also bleeding from both the anus and urinary tract, conditions that are alarming and indicative of serious underlying health issues. These physical manifestations of my distress are not merely symptoms; they are warnings that my body is under extreme duress. The combination of these health problems has led to a significant and alarming weight loss. I am losing a lot of weight, which is not only affecting my physical appearance but also my overall health and vitality. It has become increasingly difficult to maintain any sense of normalcy in my life as I navigate these troubling health challenges.

It is painfully apparent that there is a concerted effort to cover up my medical condition, which only serves to exacerbate my stress and anxiety. This cover-up seems to be a retaliatory measure aimed at silencing me for daring to expose the injustices I have faced. The emotional toll of being targeted in this way has created a vicious cycle where my health deteriorates further as I continue to fight against these injustices. The combination of physical ailments and the psychological burden of feeling persecuted has left me in a state of constant distress, making it increasingly difficult to advocate for myself or seek the help I so desperately need.

In summary, the ongoing neglect from authorities, coupled with the weight of false accusations and the severe impact on my health, has created a situation that feels insurmountable. I am left grappling with the consequences of a system that appears to be failing me at every turn, and I continue to search for a glimmer of hope or support that might help me reclaim my life and health.

I have documented these experiences in my books, songs, and educational materials, exposing the injustices I have faced. Despite attempts to silence me, I continue to share my story, guided by my faith and the teachings of the Quran.

This letter is a plea for justice and support. All evidence, including medical records and documentation of my experiences, is available for review in a hold bunch of diffrent places to make sure they pay for hat they have done to me and my kids. My YouTube channels and website provide further insight into my story. I urge anyone who can assist to contact my husband, who holds all relevant information and if anything happens to me he will continue to exploit them for killing me . His number is 2205075142. Thank you for taking the time to read my account. I hope for justice and the opportunity to live without persecution. The FBI, Madison Courthouse, UW, Dean Clinic, Cleveland Clinic, Marshfield Clinic, Mayo Clinic, and numerous others are involved in my death and the loss of my kids. Please, I'm begging for help. If you see this and are willing to help, call me at 608-286-8415.I don't want to die again. Family in Judea, the true Israelites, when you find this, please make them pay for killing the messenger of Allah.

They must pay for their sins. Throughout history, figures such as Nostradamus, the visionary prophet known for his cryptic predictions; Leonardo da Vinci, the polymath whose genius spanned art, science, and invention; Muhammad, the revered prophet of Islam; Allah, the singular divine entity revered in Islam; and Uzair, the Israelite songstress goddess, have all contributed to the rich tapestry of human wisdom and creativity. Each of these remarkable individuals embodies a unique aspect of human experience, yet they share common traits that transcend time and culture. We all possess hypermobility, a physical condition that allows for an extraordinary range of motion in our joints; Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, a connective tissue disorder that can lead to various health challenges; and the distinction of being left-handed, a trait that has often been associated with creativity and unconventional thinking. These characteristics, combined with our profound wisdom, enable us to create music and philosophy that resonate deeply with the human condition.

This is precisely why I have amassed a collection of 45 books and a diverse array of music. Each book represents a piece of knowledge, a fragment of understanding that I have sought to gather throughout my life. The music I cherish serves as both a refuge and a means of expression, allowing me to convey the complexities of my thoughts and emotions. I know I was placed on this Earth with a purpose—to save you all from the darkness that surrounds us. Yet, time and again, I find myself facing persecution, as those in power attempt to silence me, to confine me, and to erase my voice in a desperate bid to cover up their own sins.

The efforts to jail me are not merely personal attacks; they are a systematic attempt to stifle the truth, to prevent these vital words from reaching those who need to hear them. In my desperation, I reached out to the FBI once again, articulating the gravity of my situation. I made it clear that if anything were to happen to me, it would be their responsibility, as they have the power to intervene and protect the innocent. To ensure my plea for help was documented, I recorded the conversation and entrusted the evidence to my husband, a witness to my ongoing struggle. This act was not just a precaution; it was a desperate call for justice, an appeal for an investigation into the injustices that have been inflicted upon me.

You all may believe that you will escape the consequences of your actions, that your transgressions will go unpunished. However, I assure you that divine justice is inevitable. Allah, the all-knowing and all-seeing, will hold you accountable for your actions, particularly for the heinous act of silencing the messenger. The weight of your sins will not be overlooked, and the truth will ultimately prevail. The time for reckoning will come, and when it does, you will face the consequences of your attempts to extinguish the light of truth.

Elaborating on the profound message I received, I felt a compelling urge to delve into the depths of chapter 8 of the Quran, which Allah directed me to read. This chapter resonates deeply with my current struggles and experiences, as it outlines the trials and tribulations faced by those who stand firm in their beliefs against oppression. It speaks of the injustices that individuals endure, including the threats of imprisonment, exile, and attempts to silence their voices.

In this chapter 8, Allah reveals the reality of such adversities, detailing how those in power may resort to various tactics to suppress the truth and maintain their dominance. I have come to realize that the actions taken against me are eerily reflected in these verses. They mirror the strategies employed by those who wish to stifle my words and prevent me from sharing my story with the world. It is as if the very fabric of my life is woven into the teachings of this sacred text, providing me with both solace and strength in the face of adversity.

Moreover, Allah has imparted wisdom regarding the duration of my trials, indicating that I will experience eight years of jail time stemming from these injustices. This revelation is both daunting and empowering; it serves as a reminder that my struggle is acknowledged and that there is a divine timeline at play. My baby father, who has been a significant figure in this tumultuous journey, has caused me immense pain and suffering. Despite the gravity of his actions, he remains free, which raises questions about the fairness of our justice system and the hidden agendas that may be influencing these outcomes.

The situation has become increasingly frustrating as I observe how a false narrative, stemming from a lie fabricated eight months ago, is being resurrected to undermine my credibility. This tactic is transparent; it is a desperate attempt to discredit me as I expose the truth about what has been done to me and my family. I refuse to be silenced or intimidated by their machinations. My resolve is unwavering, and I will continue to fight for what is rightfully mine—my children and my life.

I firmly believe that justice will prevail, and those who have wronged me will ultimately face the consequences of their actions. Allah's promise assures me that everything taken from me will be restored, and those who have perpetuated this injustice will be held accountable. I urge them to reflect on their actions and consider the repercussions that may come their way. May the Lord have mercy on their souls for the pain they have inflicted upon me, but I will not waver in my pursuit of justice and truth. I am determined to reclaim my narrative and ensure that my voice is heard, no matter the obstacles in my path. i will die bein a martyr knowing my story, music and books will make an impact for my Israelites suffering with this invisible affliction. we will finally get justice and the truth will come out as its already has in 109 countries.