that I had to face. It was the voices of people who had been waiting for this moment. They watched from a distance, smiling at my pain as if my heartbreak was their victory. Some pretended to care while secretly enjoying every piece of bad news they heard about me. Others laughed, whispered, and acted as though my suffering was entertainment. They thought your departure would destroy me. They believed I would remain trapped in sadness, carrying the weight of memories forever. Every time they saw me silent, they called it weakness. Every time they saw me alone, they called it failure. They mistook my pain for defeat and my patience for surrender. What they never understood is that broken hearts heal, but ugly intentions never do. Their mockery only revealed who they truly were. While they spent their time counting my wounds, I spent mine learning how to survive them. While they celebrated my fall, I was quietly finding the strength to stand again. People who laugh at another person's pain often forget that life turns its pages quickly. Today they may be spectators, but tomorrow they may stand in the same place they once mocked. I carry no hatred toward them. Their laughter says more about them than it ever will about me. You left, and the people around me smiled at my pain. But time taught me something important: those who mock your struggles do not define your worth. The same people who laughed at your darkest days will one day wonder how you became stronger tha .#كاطع_المياحي #الشعر_الشعبي #الشعراء_وذواقين_الشعر_الشعبي - @n.oeh2