11/07/2025
A big, loud, sarcastic round of applause for the “media industry family” and social media activists who suddenly remembered her— not while she was alive, struggling, and forgotten — but the moment she died.
Everyone's out here milking tragedy for views, posting dramatic videos, pledging to do her janaza, calling her “one of us,” “our sister,” “our family.” Oh really? Family? That’s rich.
Yes, let’s address the elephant in the room: she had no connection with her parents in recent years — maybe it was her fault, maybe it was theirs. But what’s your excuse, dear industry family? She hadn’t paid rent or bills in over a year. Electricity cut. No work. No help. No support. Not a soul checked on her — except for a single comment on a makeup artist’s post.
For 8 months, she disappeared. And so did all of you. Dead silent. And now, suddenly, you’re all awake, performing grief for the camera.
Let’s be clear — she didn’t die alone because of her family. She died because this toxic, fake, self-absorbed industry didn’t care when it actually mattered.
So spare us the crocodile tears.
Family? No. Just a bunch of opportunists who showed up only when the camera started rolling.
