I stand for justice, a beacon I strive to uphold without resorting to violence. Yet, as conflict ravages Gaza, the very equilibrium of justice feels upended. Observing the global political atrocities, where human rights are trampled, and laws are shattered, stirs a profound unrest within me. In the shadow of such turmoil, I find an unsettling sense of justice in the losses of the opposing side—a reflection I never thought myself capable of. It’s a chilling transformation, born from an overlooked genocide, that pushes my thoughts into a realm once foreign and now disturbingly familiar.

Enduring relentless bullying can shatter one’s sense of security, casting one into the role of a victim, alone and powerless. The scars it leaves can wear down the strongest of spirits until compliance seems the only refuge. But there comes a breaking point where silence gives way to defiance, and in that stand, one risks becoming what they most despise. Is it in that blindness, when justice is obscured, that we grasp at the reins, delivering a taste of their own medicine to the oppressors? Perhaps it’s in these moments, when the bully faces their own tactics, that one’s voice resonates the loudest, mistaking retribution for justice.

So then, what is the essence of justice? Is it merely a balance of power, or is it something more profound? Whether this power is wielded for the upliftment of humanity or its downfall, there is a line that must not be crossed. It is a travesty when the ideals of justice and humanity are manipulated, leaving us in a world where the law of the jungle prevails over the rule of law.


Thoughts by Nisreen Khalaf