Revenge with Your Success

Envy, my friend, is a disease that eats its carrier’s chest before it ever reaches you. Your rivals spend their nights analyzing every move you make, whispering behind your back, inflating spite among themselves, and pretending their eyes are fixed on your failures.

Yet when morning comes, they find you a step ahead—smiling, building, achieving—while they are still trapped in the loop of their own bitterness.

Don’t respond, don’t justify, and don’t stoop to petty arguments or waste your time explaining yourself. Let them drown in the swamp of their hatred, silently consumed by the poison they created themselves.

Their words are empty, their threats harmless; your actions, however, are storms that cannot be ignored.

The finest mockery is not in shouting back—it is in creating a loud reality of success that renders their envy meaningless.

Every contract you sign, every project you complete, every recognition you earn is a silent slap to their pride, a hidden laugh in the face of their whispers.

They chase shadows while you build empires; they plan while you execute. Their obsession is their own chain, and your freedom lies in soaring above it.

Stay high like an eagle, disdain the cawing of crows, and let your achievements write a compelling story that makes them feel the sting of comparison even in their quiet moments.

Make them wish—if only for a moment—that they had spent their envy on something useful.

Your faith in Allah is your weapon, silence is your armor, and their envy is your fuel.

Let them fume while you fly.