I sat down to research for my competition,
just another criminal law problem,
just another search for facts
for missing circumstances
for evidence,
for answers.
I thought it would be like every other case.
A name,
a citation,
a judgment to read.
But it was not.
It was about a little girl.
Only five years old.
Five………..
An age where hands should hold crayons,not pain.
An age where eyes should know dreams,not fear.
I could not read the whole judgment.
I tried,but every line felt heavier than the last.
Every word carried a cruelty
I could not bear.
It was not just disturbing
it felt personal.
As a girl,
it breaks something inside you.
Something silent,
something you cannot even explain.
It makes your chest feel heavy,your mind restless,
your heart angry at the world.
Since evening,
I have not been able to stop thinking about it.
How do doctors examine such cases
without their hands shaking?
How do judges listen to every detail
and still have the strength
to give a verdict?
How do they hear a child’s pain
and continue to carry the burden of justice?
I keep thinking about that little girl.
About how cruel people can be.
About how unfair this world can become for someone so innocent.
Tonight,
the law does not feel like books and sections.
It feels like grief.
It feels like rage.
It feels like a responsibility.
Maybe this is why I chose law.
Because behind every judgment
there is a life.
A wound.
A story that deserves justice.
And even if it breaks something in me,
I know I must keep reading,
keep learning,
and one day,
stand for those whose voices were stolen.