Justice

The unprivileged site of the society is always being deprived from their human and social rights.

Justice—a word which holds great meaning and importance in the universe.

What is justice? What does it stand for?

I believe that something which ends in truth, or in goodness, is justice.

Today I woke up with a question: what is justice, and is it truly justified, or is it hidden beneath a veil of obfuscation and corruption?

It’s complicated, right? Of course it is.

Does it depress you to realize how alone you really are?

It feels lonely—effortlessly unideal—when you’re left apart from justice and the fairness of law.

Most of the time, fear leads a person to injustice.

The unprivileged side of society is always being deprived of their human and social rights.

As we all know, justice doesn’t come from emotion—it comes from truth and perseverance.

For example, there is a man named Aksam who is accused of murder or seduction, but he is rich.On the other hand, Rafid—who lost his brother—filed a case against Aksam. He has a criminal background. It’s all about what’s fair. But if you look deeper into the matter, you will see that most of the time, the poor and unprivileged receive the wrong judgment. That is what the truth often is.

The end is never happy—that’s why it ends. Even if everything seems to be going well, no one can predict what’s coming. Every time civilization reaches its peak of injustice, it always falls.

Story (Imaginary):

On a winter evening, a man was notified of an incident: someone had died on the road, but everyone was just standing there, doing nothing to help.

People are fostering ego, not humanity.

He rushed to the scene and saw a beggar trying to pull the body to safety.

You know what’s key information here? The beggar had only one leg.

It’s cruel, right?

That’s exactly what happens nearly every single day in the world.

Vengeance is not the key to anything great.

Significantly, the amount of kindness is decreasing day by day, while cruelty continues to rise.

Whether you're 8 or 26, you’re still in big trouble.

Industries demand experienced employees, yet they’re unwilling to create space for people to become experienced.

Society judges you by your wealth, not by your ambitions or purpose.

A famous line from The Dark Knight Rises:

“It doesn’t matter who we are. What matters is our plan.”

But in truth, being someone good-hearted means much more than just having a plan.

Have you heard of Bobby Fischer?

He gave his life to become the eternal champion of chess.

He stayed isolated—separated from family and friends—with only books and chess.

And you know why he quit after all that?

Because to become the eternal champion, you don’t always have to keep playing.

Life is a paradox.

We are connected through the internet, yet isolated.

We know each other, but when someone is dying in the street, we are strangers.

We are all capable of doing the right thing, yet we fail—just because we are us.

We talk about the unprivileged, yet neglect them when it matters most.

We can start rebellions, but we can’t stay justified.

Is this what justice is?

“Do you call this justice?”

Sometimes we have every right to speak—to spark change—but we don’t.

We think.

We learn.

We stop.

And then, we are no longer knights.

We lose—to the cruelty of a society already drowning in unfairness.

We lose our righteousness.

Even though we can act—we don’t.

Manipulation can be used both for good and evil.

Men like Adolf Hitler and Mahatma Gandhi both used the same method: they shaped people’s mindsets to suit their visions.

But we can’t stay united when we need unity the most.

People are anxious. Miracles happen, I believe that. I’m absolutely convinced of self-righteousness.

Habits—the things we do—make us who we are.

Fear makes us predictable.

And patience… patience is without a doubt the most powerful trait a human can possess.

But when have we ever truly come together beyond our greed for power?

I wake up and I wonder—why?

Why did I sleep?

Was it necessary?

Betrayal shall never have me.

I often think of the poor—people who have nothing to wear, nowhere to sleep at night.

Independence came.

People rebelled.

But we are still not justified.

No one truly realizes: voters don’t decide the winner.

The people who count the votes do.

“I assumed it’s just a dream—this idea of a truly justified world. One that will never happen,” I said.

“So why are you trying so hard, knowing the consequences?” my friend replied.

“I dreamt,” I answered.

Redemption isn't my concern. I'm conscious of the process it may essential.