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PART 4 — ENGLISH + ARABIC (TOGETHER, SINGLE FLOW)🌑 TITLE (CONTINUED)“The Corner Where Silence Speaks – Part IV”زاويةٌ يتكلم فيها الصمت – الجزء الرابع🟦 POEM (ENGLISH + ARABIC — TOGETHER, CONTINUOUS)Silence was not what wounded me.It was what held mewhen words could no longer help.لم يكن الصمت ما جرحني،بل كان ما احتواني

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 PART 4 — ENGLISH + ARABIC (TOGETHER, SINGLE FLOW) 🌑 TITLE (CONTINUED) “The Corner Where Silence Speaks – Part IV” زاويةٌ يتكلم فيها الصمت – الجزء الرابع 🟦 POEM (ENGLISH + ARABIC — TOGETHER, CONTINUOUS) Silence was not what wounded me. It was what held me when words could no longer help. لم يكن الصمت ما جرحني، بل كان ما احتواني حين عجزت الكلمات. I did not heal by becoming louder, but by listening longer to what lived within me. لم أشفَ بأن أعلو صوتًا، بل بأن أطيل الإصغاء لما يسكن داخلي. They thought I was disappearing, but I was returning— step by step, to myself. ظنّوا أنني أختفي، لكنني كنت أعود— خطوةً خطوة، إلى ذاتي. Some wounds ask for quiet, not sympathy. Some truths need space, not attention. بعض الجراح تطلب الصمت، لا التعاطف. وبعض الحقائق تحتاج مساحة، لا الانتباه. Freedom arrived without noise, the day I stopped asking to be understood. وصلت الحرية بلا ضجيج، يوم توقفت عن طلب الفهم. 🧠 PHILOSOPHICAL CONTINUATION (ENGLISH + ARABIC) Part 4 frames silence as healing...