{ Don't Do This }
"I'll go back home. There's no point in sitting here."
"I wish I could sleep… but I can't. I've tried everything."
"It feels as if my mind is burning."
When I lay down, I remembered that I had left my scarf on the park bench.
"It's fine. Maybe I'll come back for it tomorrow. And if I don't find it… I'll simply buy another one."
I counted the hours before the trial began, and I could only say one thing: when the mind doesn't get the rest it deserves, it falls into a destructive state of chaos.
I started to feel hungry.
"I'll go eat something."
While I was going downstairs, I heard knocking at the door.
"Who could it be at this hour?"
I looked through the camera and saw a little girl.
I opened the door, surprised by what I was seeing.
"What's wrong, little one? Do you need something?"
"No, mister. I just wanted to give you your scarf. You forgot it on the bench!"
I remembered now.
She was the girl who had been staring at me earlier.
"Thank you. Would you like to come inside? It's cold outside."
"Sorry, but my sister is waiting for me nearby with a few men."
Men?
Waiting with men?
I didn't remember seeing them with any men.
"Well… thank you, little one. Can you wait here for a moment?"
"Take your time, mister."
I brought some sweets that a friend had given me and handed them to her.
I don't know why… I didn't even understand the reason.
But I said something that didn't feel like me.
"I'll walk you back to your sister."
"It's okay, mister. She's not far."
"It's fine. I have nothing to do."
We began walking together while she told me how she had asked someone at a nearby shop about me, and they told her where I lived so she could return the scarf.
"Should I be happy… or angry that I'm that easy to find?"
She told me her sister was behind a house in front of us.
She let go of my hand and ran toward her while calling her name.
I saw her sister step out of the darkness, smiling at her.
A smile I knew very well.
The smile of surrender.
"Did something happen to her?"
As she lifted the little girl in her arms, I noticed two men harassing her.
I had thought they might be relatives.
But the moment they saw my face, they left.
"Do they know who I am… or were they simply afraid I might call the police?"
I don't know.
The girl began thanking me for standing up to those men.
She looked around twenty years old.
But what was she doing outside at this hour?
I asked her to come to my house with the child so I could make sure they were safe.
She refused, saying she needed to return home.
"I can't sleep anyway… so what will I do until morning?"
I suggested driving them home, but she refused again.
"Well… at least let me walk with you. Something could happen."
"I don't want anything bad to happen to the little girl."
What are you saying, you devil… you're just a mistake in this world.
Since when do you pretend to be kind?
Damn you.
"Well… it's up to you whether you accept or refuse."
"Come with us, mister!" the little girl said happily.
"I'm sorry for refusing your offer earlier. I'm just a little confused because of work."
A man standing before you who hasn't slept in days…
We began walking together.
Silence ruled the road, broken only by the innocent chatter of the child.
After about twenty minutes, we reached their house.
It was in a neighborhood whose mildest description would be:
"Ugly."
When I approached the door, I saw the inside.
It wasn't a home.
There was nothing that made it a home.
Darkness.
Cracked walls.
A leaking ceiling.
"I think even a dog's shelter would be more dignified than this place."
I sat down for a moment because I suddenly felt dizzy.
The girl brought me a glass of water.
I drank it while looking around.
"What am I really seeing?"
"Do people still live in places like this in our time?"
The little girl began bringing me broken toys, telling me their names and how her sister bought them for her.
"Is that something to be proud of… when they're all broken?"
I asked the older girl if she could tell me something, but she was free not to answer.
"What is a girl doing outside at this hour?"
"And more importantly… why is your little sister with you?"
"Aren't you afraid for her?"
She sat in front of me on a plastic chair.
As she began speaking, I felt the pain in her words.
She told me she left school after their mother died.
Their father married another woman.
When the two girls refused to accept her, he threw them out into the streets.
"Can't I hear a single happy story in my life?"
She kept talking, explaining the rest of the story.
Meanwhile, I was staring at the little girl running around happily while eating the candy I had given her.
I asked why she brought her sister with her.
"She wanted to stay with me," she said.
Honestly, that's not a convincing excuse to bring a child with you… but I couldn't interfere further.
"Doesn't she have school in the morning?"
"I wasn't going to let her go."
"In fact… she hasn't gone to school for four days."
"May I know why?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Just tell me."
"At the shop where I work… about a month ago, three men started coming late at night while drunk. They harassed me."
"Last week, they started following me… trying to get closer to me."
"You should call the police."
"I can't. If my boss finds out I'm causing trouble, he might fire me."
"And I can't risk losing my job."
"If I lose it… we might starve."
Tears began falling from her eyes.
"I don't know why… but I wanted to do something."
I turned to the little girl who was trying to comfort her sister.
I asked her what grade she was in.
She told me she was in the third grade.
I lifted her in my arms and said:
"I'll buy everything you need from now on."
"I'll cover all your expenses."
"And I'll find you a better home than this."
"You can leave this place… this place that feels like a dark jungle."
Silence filled the room.
Then laughter from the child.
She began thanking me.
Her sister started crying again.
But this time…
they were tears of joy.
At least, that's what I thought.
I took the girl's phone number.
I told her I would call her in two or three days to begin the arrangements.
She thanked me again and again.
She said she would never forget what I had done.
That I wanted to bring light into their lives.
I left while thinking about what I had just done.
"Was that the right thing?"
"Could interfering in others' lives actually be something good?"
Did you pity them?
Or do you just want people to say you help others?
"I don't care what people say."
"When all of this is over… I'll see what should be done."
A man who worships money and sells souls for millions speaks like a kind man… what beautiful hypocrisy.
"A devil?"
"No… I don't think so."
"Even the devil doesn't have this many faces."
{ Don't Do This }
07:30 AM
"It's time."
"Let's finish this annoying matter once and for all."
"I've decided something."
"After this trial… I will change my way of living."
"I'll request a transfer to another city."
"I'll leave everything connected to suspicion and bribes behind."
"After all… I've taken enough money from them to live the rest of my life comfortably."
"Honestly… I can't endure this anymore."
"My mind can't handle these disasters anymore."
Maybe all of this started after that night with the two sisters…
Is there hope for someone like me to change?
I doubt it.
But there's no harm in trying.
When you enter the courtroom, you throw away everything related to your humanity and existence.
At that moment, you become the embodiment of the law.
There is no place for your feelings or principles.
That's what everyone knows.
But now…
I feel nothing.
Nothing but greed.
In this moment…
let my emotions die one last time.
During the trial, I kept seeing that woman.
The mother.
The last thread of someone who still wanted justice for the daughter who would never return.
The verdict was announced:
"Due to the lack of evidence and the absence of any witnesses whose testimony could be considered…"
"The court has decided that Mr. Wael Al-Nabayi is innocent of the accusations against him."
"The case is therefore closed against an unknown perpetrator."
"Court adjourned."
While leaving, I met the criminal's assistant.
Happiness was obvious on his face after his boss was acquitted.
We spoke briefly.
Then I went to the parking lot to get my car.
Something strange happened.
That woman…
the girl's mother…
was trying to force her way inside.
The guard kept stopping her.
But what I remember clearly…
was the look on her face.
I knew that look.
I had seen it many times before.
The bloody desire to kill me.
Honestly…
I no longer cared whether I lived or died.
A life without light loses the will to continue.
She screamed:
"You killed my daughter and my husband!"
"I will kill you all!"
"I will curse you until death!"
"I swear I will kill you all!"
"Get that crazy woman out of here before I throw her in jail too!"
Several guards came and dragged her away.
"I guess my job here is done."
{ Don't Do This }
Pride.
Honor.
Principles.
Things people once admired and treated as sacred.
But anyone who clings to such things will eventually face moments that force them to question themselves.
Because when you truly confront yourself…
you realize that everything you once valued…
was nothing but an illusion.
My face was frozen.
Anyone could see that I was on the verge of collapse when I returned home.
The maid kept asking what was wrong.
I kept denying that anything had happened.
Five hours had passed since I got home.
Yet something felt wrong.
Something strange.
Maybe the accumulated exhaustion was making me hallucinate.
"I will sleep today no matter what."
"Yes… I will sleep."
"Even the devil deserves rest after finishing his work.