Be yourself, we’re all already taken!

(By Hella Ahmed) Nothing is more vital than integrity and the love of personal creativity when one writes to honor and embody one’s being, capable of defining itself with dignity. To embrace authenticity in this process is to reject mediocrity, refusing to blend into an illusion of meritocracy.

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It is the celebration of art in its purest form, a tribute to novelty, a revolution through creation! Only sincere souls can grasp this truth. That is why word-thieves are not writers, but assassins. Yet we resist, rooted in our essence. We, the artisans of stories and images, dwell eternally in wonder.

We, bearers of meaning, are free writers, free to weave our words wherever we choose, in the language of our heart. We belong to no one and owe no explanations to impostors. We are not slaves to the weak who seek to control; we are the proud believers in freedom of speech.

I was the same writer yesterday as I am today, carried by the same authenticity, the same creativity, the same integrity! An original, singular in style! When I see my sentences and ideas stolen, woven into pieces without credit, I am stunned by the lack of dignity it takes to parade such fraud in broad daylight. These acts, often committed for fleeting attention, reveal a chasm of indecency. More alarming still, some mentor their students to plunder intellectually, claiming afterward that their teaching birthed smartness and beauty

Some cultures appear to be very attached to a desire for retribution against those who do not share their belief in a presumed superiority. A sense of insecurity, concealed beneath a pursuit of greatness, can leave these spirits troubled and hurt. Their actions, which seek to diminish what is beautiful or to claim it for themselves while erasing its source, seem driven by a misguided quest for identity, evoking distressed behaviours driven by complex and shadowy memories, imbued with disordered symbols and deep wounds.

They stitch together Frankenstein-like bodies, proclaiming them sublime creations, shown to an amazed audience captivated by a creature pulsing with false energy. It speaks in a literature of deceit, estranged from truth but intimate with the shadows of the incomplete, the unfinished and dehumanized, paraded in a theater of illusions. This culture of intellectual theft, draped in vengeful justifications against the free spirit that dares to shine with competence and greatness, betrays a kingdom of fear, complexes, misogyny, fake féminins and recklessness

As a writer, I cherish my creative process—it is truthful and real. Since childhood, my dream was to be an original, and that is precisely who I am today. Many friends in my writers’ community cannot fathom that someone would dare to take what I poured from my soul, ruin it, and claim it as their own. It takes a vile, dishonest, and disturbed mind to do so. Yet, as we see, the world is rife with mediocrity, and we must confront it. 

But the tenderness within us will not fade,  
For we shall be strong enough to roar,  
And offer it to those truly worthy of its grace.

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