When Justice Rights The Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A tragedy....

Submitted: December 29, 2014

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I was present on that day in the court, a faint part of me was. Very faint. I sat in the shadowy corner, imperceptible, not see able by the eyes of the vile human mind. I could read what swirled up in their minds, unfortunately, I could. Sin, sin, sin was all I saw. Invading the little spaces left in their narrow minds. My heart bled with tears of pain as my presence remained neglected, for I was called ‘’Justice’’.

 Then I saw the little child, seated between all this evil. No more than six, he sat red in the face. Still unaware of the impurity bathing the room and the villainy of the people he sat among. I could read what went on in his mind, but it was nothing like what had depressed me. This mind was mournful and confused. Stunned by the tragedy of losing his parents to this insane religious discrimination as he whimpered: “Why them? Why my parents? Because we are non Muslims on a Muslim Land?. Left orphaned at such a young age, a little lad with dreams and hopes, would now live without the secure shelter of his father and the warm love of a mother. I could see the images moving like a reel in his minds of what he saw that ghastly day. My eyes burnt, my body ached, it was like a virulent attack on my existence. Or absence. Complete absence. I saw the couple he must have called mommy and daddy, being thrown in the raging blazes of racism. Their screams echoed my name, and I couldn’t be there no matter how much I wanted to escape and break through the chains of corruption. That day this little boy lost his parents and his little unborn sibling to the ignorant minds ruling the human land. Blood dripped from my heart. A part of me further faded away in the unholy darkness.

I noticed anger and rage rising in the naive mind, when suddenly he stared my way. Tears filled his eyes. At first I ignored this thinking of it as just another coincidence. But his eyes pierced right through my soul. He could see me. Was that possible? Right here in this place? A gifted one he was for his mind was still oblivious from the sin creeping on the ground. I looked back at him with eyes of sympathy. His eyes read betrayal and utter abandonment, as if asking me “where were you?” I couldn't make up a reply. My tongue felt as if swallowed by shame. But I felt helpless and powerless when he opened his mouth and whispered “Help.”


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