Author: Syed Suhail Ahmad
May 9, 2025
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The wind rustled softly through the leaves as Mira and her grandfather walked along the riverbank. Yesterday’s story of threads and waves still danced in her thoughts.
“Grandfather,” Mira asked, “what happens when someone cuts a thread in the web of connection?”
He looked at her gently, then picked up a stone and tossed it into the river. Ripples spread, touching every corner of the water.
“When a thread is cut,” he said, “justice is the art of mending it. Not with vengeance, but with care. Justice asks—what was broken? Who was silenced? And how do we restore what was lost, together?”
Mira paused, watching the ripples fade.
“But… what if the thread wasn’t cut just once? What if it was always weaker… pulled tighter for some, looser for others?”
Her grandfather’s eyes grew distant.
“Then justice must look deeper,” he said. “Not just at the break, but at the loom. It must ask—who designed the pattern? And who was never allowed to hold the needle?”
They stood in silence, a hush of knowing between them.
Mira finally whispered, “So justice isn’t just a scale… it’s a story.”
He smiled.
“Yes. A story we must keep rewriting—until every voice is heard in the telling.”
She nodded slowly, then asked, “And who leads that rewriting?”
Her grandfather touched the bark of a tree beside them.
“Ah, Mira… that is the beginning of another story—what is leadership, anyway?”