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Justice is not always pure white... Sometimes it is born from the womb of darkness, grows among the fangs of pain, and feeds on the cries of the oppressed. There is a mind that, when pushed to its limits... explodes, not to destroy, but to establish a new balance of truth.
But... who dares to judge if the judge himself is insane?
In the darkness of the night, the world outside roared with thunder, the sky wept with heavy rain, and lightning tore through the sky like threads of fire. In a room engulfed in darkness, the air trembled from the impact of the storm, and flashes of light pierced the cold walls.
In the middle of the bed, a sixteen-year-old teenage girl sat, hugging her knees to her chest, her hands pressed against her ears in a desperate attempt to block out the terrifying sounds around her. Her slender body trembled, and her eyes swam in endless horror. Between her gasps, fragmented words escaped, as if she were trying to expel a living nightmare:
— Step back... Don't come any closer... I told you to step back...
And suddenly, the door burst open, and a woman rushed in, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and love. She ran toward the bed, hugged the girl tightly, and held her as if trying to shield her from all the evil in the world. In a warm, trembling voice, she whispered,
— It's okay… I'm here beside you… Don't be afraid, Deyana; your mother won't leave you.
At that moment, Diana's breaths began to calm slightly, but the tears did not stop. She clung to her mother like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood and whispered in a tone that broke the heart of the night:
— He will come back... He wants to wipe us out... He won't let us be.
The mother replied, wiping her daughter's tears with firm tenderness:
— No... he won't come back... Don't be afraid, my little one; I'm here beside you...
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As if the night, with all its thunder and lightning, had departed to another world, leaving behind a morning shining with clarity. Golden rays of sunlight crept through the window curtains, caressing the warm walls of the house, while birds chirped on branches wet with the dew of the rain. The air was refreshing, carrying the scent of the earth after the rain, as if nature itself wanted to erase the trace of fear that had enveloped the place yesterday.
In the kitchen, the mother moved lightly between the dishes, placing fresh bread in the basket, a glass of milk on the table, and beside it a plate of hot eggs. She smiled as she called out in a voice full of tenderness:
— Beautiful Diana, come here… Breakfast is ready; hurry so you won't be late for school.
The door creaked open slowly, and Diana stepped out with quiet footsteps. She was wearing her elegant school uniform: a crisp white shirt with neatly arranged buttons, a blue tie, and a navy skirt that reached her knees. Her long brown hair fell gently over her shoulders, with a few strands swaying on her forehead. Her pale face from last night's ordeal looked more radiant with a hint of a slight smile, as if she were trying to reassure her mother that she was fine.
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After finishing her breakfast, she slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped out onto the street still wet with remnants of the rain. The dew drops were still glistening on the leaves of the trees, and the cold air lightly stung her cheeks.
The houses in the neighborhood were close together, with only a few steps separating their doors, which made it easy for Diana to see her close neighbors. At the door of the neighboring house stood Sarah, her childhood best friend, with the warm smile she was used to seeing every morning. Next to her walked Tamer, her older brother, with his cheerful and kind personality, always laughing and joking, as if he didn't know the way to sadness.
— Good morning, Diana!
Sarah said it with enthusiasm, and Diana smiled lightly and replied,
— Good morning.
The three of them started walking together toward the school, their feet stepping on small puddles that shimmered under the sunlight. Halfway there, Fadi joined them, Tamer's classmate in the third year of high school and his close friend, a young man with a calm demeanor, a low voice, and deep eyes, the kind who notices everything without speaking much.
— Good morning, everyone.
Fadi said it with a slight smile, and Tamer replied laughing:
— Finally, you showed up! I thought you were still sleeping under the blanket.
Sarah laughed, while Diana remained silent, her eyes holding something no one understood.