Surviving jealous rivalry, stolen creativity, and hypocritical feminism

(by Hella Ahmed) Women can be incredibly cruel when envy and obsession take over. I’ve dealt with their petty hate and nasty tactics my whole life, but I was never one of them. I never wanted to copy them, steal from them, or tear them down just to feel better about myself by showing off.

I became their target because of this toxic rivalry. It was triggered by jealousy over my looks, my mind, and my ability to create original work. Yes, I am talented and sharp, and I’ve earned every bit of success I have, whether they feel the need to devalue it or not. But these women want fame, money, and power. They use men to get it and help them steal it from others.

The audacity is unbelievable. They use and abuse someone’s intellectual property for years and then talk about feminism, solidarity, and making society fairer—while everyone knows they built their wealth and fake celebrity status by robbing another person’s hard work and achievements. Denial and fake sincerity won’t change the fact that it’s ridiculous fraud.

Forcing a one-sided association, living off someone else’s business, and taking credit for their ideas and moves—there’s nothing honorable, fair, or progressive about that. It’s just sloppy and crooked. These women are consumed by greed, hate, and hypocrisy. They are usually protected by men who got rich leeching off others while smiling for the cameras as they pay for mansions, luxury trips, and expensive watches with stolen value.

Leeches are the lowest kind of people. Some get so privileged and pampered that they become naive. They look down on those who have suffered because they’ve never had to walk in their shoes. They can’t imagine what it takes to survive the worst and still rise higher than anyone expected.

People like me are not the weak, modest losers these lovingly living parasites think we are. We refuse to be slaves. We refuse to let others take credit for what we created and achieved. We think several steps ahead. We know the limits of evil—we learned about it especially from those who feel entitled to everything because life has always easily handed it to them.

Well, guess what? I expect to earn when I work, when I write, when I create, and when I produce with creativity and originality. I’m not doing it so they can make millions off me—those millions belong to me. Anyone who stole from me, betrayed me, or pretended to love me while treating me like an unpaid servant needs to understand this: my resentment is justified, and I will use it to protect my boundaries.

Those vindictive, crazed women should look in the mirror and see how insignificant they are to me—and how obsessed they remain with my life. I am the winner here. They can show off their money and happiness all they want, but they still depend on my knowledge and creativity. They can’t even picture their lives without hating me and taking from me.

Their egos are at rock bottom. Mine is above because I don’t need them. They are nothing but intrusive burdens to me. Sane people understand and respect it when someone wants nothing to do with them—stalking and obsessing over another person is not healthy behaviour. And claiming to be a healer or self-leadership expert while acting this way is absolute nonsense. I know the face of evil intimately—I’ve been watching it lead them for years, and their profiles are crystal clear.

At the end of the day, if you want to preach fairness, you need to act fairly. Devouring someone else’s existence to prove your superiority or holiness is not a good example. We are smart enough to see that you’re simply an entrepreneur chasing visibility, big money, and growing fame to make even more money. This contradictory talk is an old, obvious tactic that reveals selfishness and entitlement. Boundaries are not up for negotiation.

Leave people alone, or treat them properly with basic respect and deserved recognition if you’re truly determined to connect and build something good with a positive global impact together. And stop hiding behind your kids as human shields after your bad deeds—it’s not a good look, even if they look nice and happy.

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