There wasn't anything she could do. This was her stance.
For a long period, she had seemed to have forgotten the Almighty. Back then, she had almost gone down the wrong path. She had only understood after losing a person dear to her that there were too many people in this world who couldn't differentiate between right and wrong and couldn't tolerate punishment, allowing the wrongdoers to continue their mistake.
It didn't matter who they harmed as long as they were out of harm's way. They couldn't understand the inability to speak up and the hurt from being trampled over. A wrongdoer could be comforted as long as he showed signs of weakness.
But that wasn't right. Who exactly were the victims, the ones who couldn't stand up for themselves? There were many who couldn't afford the hassle but yet, they pressed on for the sake of justice.
Many accomplices belittled this justice, making it impossible to push through.
