Blind Justice - S01 E02

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Blind Justice - S01 E02

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Episode 2: Blind Justice

The night was very dark and very long for the woman who lived in the small house at the end of the dusty road. Her name was Widow Martha. Martha lived in a world where there were no colors and no lights. She was a blind woman. Many years ago, a sickness had taken her sight away, leaving her eyes clear but empty.

However, Martha was not a sad woman. She did not need eyes to see the world because she saw everything through the voice of her daughter, Amina.

Amina was Martha’s miracle. She was the light in Martha’s dark world. When Amina spoke, it was like a beautiful song that told Martha exactly what was happening outside. Amina would describe the way the sun felt on the orange trees in the garden. She would describe the shape of the clouds or the color of a neighbor’s new dress. Because of Amina, Martha never felt like she was missing out on life.

Martha had sacrificed everything for her daughter. When Amina was accepted into medical school to become a doctor, Martha did not hesitate. She sold the piece of land that her late husband had left for her. She sold every gold ring and every silver necklace she had ever owned. She did not care about being poor. She only cared about Amina’s future. She wanted her daughter to be a great woman who helped people.

On the night of the big gala at the Sterling Mansion, Martha sat by the window. She was waiting for the sound of the front gate. She was waiting for Amina to come home and tell her about the fancy party. She wanted to hear about the sparkling dresses and the tall cakes. But as the hours passed, the air grew cold, and the house remained very quiet.

Finally, very late at night, Martha heard the gate creak. Then she heard footsteps. But they were not the happy, light footsteps she knew. They were slow. They were heavy. They sounded like someone who was carrying a very big weight on their shoulders.

"Amina? Is that you, my child?" Martha asked, her voice filled with worry.

The door opened slowly. Amina did not say a word. In a house where a mother is blind, silence is the scariest thing of all. Martha stood up and reached out her hands. She felt the air move as Amina walked past her. Martha followed the sound of her daughter’s breathing, which was fast and broken.

"Amina, talk to me. What happened at the party?" Martha reached out and touched Amina’s shoulder. She gasped. The fabric of Amina’s shirt was torn. Her skin felt cold and damp. Martha’s hands moved to Amina’s face and felt the wetness of many tears.

Amina fell to her knees and put her head in her mother’s lap. She began to sob. It was a sound of deep pain that broke Martha’s heart into a million pieces.

Between the tears, the story finally came out. Amina told her mother about the boy with the golden watch. she told her about Julian Sterling, the Senator’s son. She told her how he had used his power like a weapon. She told her how he had dragged her to the dark balcony while the guards looked away. She told her how the music kept playing while her life was being destroyed.

Martha’s hands shook as she held her daughter. She felt a kind of anger she had never felt before. "We will go to the police," Martha promised, her voice firm. "I do not care how much money his father has.

There is a law in this country. We will find justice for you, my brave girl."

But while Martha was holding Amina in their humble home, something very different was happening in a tall building in the center of the city.

Senator Sterling was sitting in a large leather chair. He was a man who looked very calm, even when he was doing something bad. Across from him sat the Police Commissioner, the man in charge of all the officers in the city. On the desk between them sat a thick brown envelope. It was heavy because it was filled with stacks of cash.

"My son is a bit wild," the Senator said with a small smile. "He had a small disagreement with a girl at the party. I would hate for a small misunderstanding to ruin his bright career."

The Commissioner looked at the envelope. He knew what was inside. He knew that the law said he should investigate Julian Sterling. But he also knew that the Senator could make him lose his job in one day.

The Commissioner reached out and took the envelope. He put it inside his coat pocket.

"I understand, Senator," the Commissioner said. "There was no crime. There will be no report. The girl will probably realize she made a mistake and keep quiet."

The Senator nodded. "Make sure she stays quiet. My son is the future of this family."

Back at the small house, Martha and Amina did not know about the envelope. They did not know that the people who were supposed to protect them had already been bought. Martha spent the next two days taking care of Amina. She made her soup. She brushed her hair. She told her that things would be okay.

Amina tried to be strong for her mother,

but she stopped eating. She stayed in her bed, staring at the wall with eyes that saw nothing but the dark balcony. She did not want to go to school. She did not want to see the sun. The spark that made Amina special was fading away like a candle in the wind.

On the third day, the house was very still. Usually, Amina would wake up early to help her mother reach the kitchen. But that morning, Martha woke up and heard nothing. There was no sound of the kettle. There was no sound of the broom on the floor.

"Amina?" Martha called out from her bed. "Are you awake, my love?"

There was no answer.

Martha felt a strange chill in the air. She stood up and used her hands to guide her along the wall toward Amina’s small bedroom. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a drum.

"Amina, it is time for breakfast," Martha said, trying to sound cheerful. "I have the bread ready. Come, let us talk about the police station. We are going today."

Martha reached the side of Amina’s bed. She reached out her hand to touch her daughter’s forehead, just as she did every single morning to see if she was warm.

When Martha’s fingers touched Amina’s skin, she jumped back.

Amina was not warm. Her hand was as cold as ice. It felt like touching a stone in the middle of winter. Martha’s hands moved frantically over her daughter’s face, then her chest. There was no movement. There was no breath. There was no heartbeat.

For the first time in many years, the house was deathly silent. The voice that gave Martha sight was gone. The miracle was over. Amina was gone, and the world was finally, truly dark.

What do you think caused Amina to pass away so suddenly?

Can a blind woman like Martha fight a powerful Senator and his son all by herself?

How do you feel about the Police Commissioner taking the money to hide Julian's crime?

The tragedy has struck, but the battle is just beginning. How will a blind mother find her way to the halls of power?