بالأمس كنت هنا - Yesterday I was their

جميعنا نحزن، رجالاً ونساءً. الفجيعة لا تُفرّق بين رجل وامرأة، لكنْ هناك حزن عابر يمرّ مرَّ الكرام، وننساه في زحمة مشاغلنا، وهناك حزن يتشبّث بجدران قلوبنا، ويظلّ بجوارنا ليرحل معنا عند مغادرتنا الدنيا. هناك ألم يجري من تحت أرجلنا، وهناك ألم تغوص أقدامنا فيه، ولا نستطيع الخلاص منه، ويشدّنا إلى أعماقه كالرمال المتحرّكة. Sadness is a universal experience, affecting both men and women alike. Grief makes no distinction based on gender. However, there is a fleeting sadness that often goes unnoticed, overshadowed by the hustle and bustle of our lives. And then, there's the kind of sadness that clings to the walls of our hearts, a constant companion that remains with us, even as we depart from this world. There's pain that flows beneath our feet, and there's pain so deep that our feet sink into it, leaving us unable to escape its grasp, much like being pulled into shifting sands.