المرأة الصامتة التي صرخت عبر عدستها

She didn’t scream for likes.

She screamed because the silence got too heavy.

My dad’s brushstrokes? Stillness. My mom’s whispers? Sacred.

We’re all just trying to hear what’s unsaid… while everyone else is scrolling for dopamine.

You don’t need filters. You need a quiet soul who knows beauty lives in what isn’t spoken.

So… you wanna scream too? Comment section: let’s start the silence.