History is replete with the dark chapters stained by the cruelty of human beings, where the powerful have wielded their brute force without restraint and in those harrowing times, innocence knew no protection ... age, gender, and creed no exception ... unimaginable torment and suffering.
Yet, amidst the chaos and despair, there always exists a force greater than any wielded by man: the inexorable hand of Nature. When the scales of justice tip too far, when the cries of the oppressed echo too loudly, Nature intervenes, setting in motion a series of consequences that even the cruelest among us cannot fathom in our wildest dreams.
it is imperative to pause, to take a breath to introspect. For in the relentless pursuit of power and dominance, one may have knowingly or unknowingly crossed the boundaries of justice, decency and morality. And when the flames of retribution would (certainly) lick the heels … the turn to experience the searing pain of justice by once mighty would have arrived ... Helpless realisation then in the face of Nature's wrath is of no use ... because ... there is no escape, no refuge to hide from the consequences of one's deeds.
Lets be reminded that ... wielding power recklessly, trampling upon the rights and dignity of others ... there is a price to be paid ... and it is Nature which collects the debt.
"So heed the warning, before you become ensnared in the web of your own making, condemned to burn in the fires of your own creation."
خدا کی بے آواز لاٹھی جب چلتی ہے تو پھر کسی کی نہیں چلتی
Akhtar N Janjua
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