A Courtroom Trial

9-year-old Hiza vs. the State

In a solemn courtroom, a young girl named Hiza, only nine years old, stood there with wide innocent eyes. She wore a cream-colored skirt and clutched a white-pink Barbie doll in her small hand. Little did she know that in this hall of justice, she herself would be the one labeled as “the offender”, by those who deemed themselves to be the guardians of righteousness.

Beside her, Hiza’s mother wept silently, fully aware of the ordeal her innocent daughter was about to face, not only within these courtroom walls but throughout the entire nation. With a heavy heart and being unable to find words, she clung tightly onto her daughter, with prayer beads slipping through her fingers as she beseeched the Lord for her child’s well-being.

The courtroom was packed to capacity, with murmurs circulating and filling the air. Both the prosecution and the defense teams were poised for a fierce battle. Across from Hiza stood a solemn jury, their faces etched with a sense of seriousness.

The moment arrived when the judicial clerk announced the case: “Hiza vs. the State — whether the 9-year-old Hiza is permitted an abortion for the child conceived through her rape.”

The once-restless courtroom now fell eerily silent. Even the rustling of papers seemed to echo loudly in the hushed atmosphere.

And the arguments began!

The plaintiff stood, addressing the jury,

“Hiza stands before you, innocent and unaware of the tumult surrounding her.

She knows nothing of the anti-abortion protests outside this very court. All she knows is pain, a pain she struggles to articulate.

Esteemed jury members, this case transcends well above the moral and medical complexities of abortion.

But today, it is about whether Hiza deserves to retain her childhood or not. She stands at a crossroads that threatens to rob her of her innocence.

I implore you, let us not allow that to happen — at least not today, and at least not within the boundaries of this courtroom.”

Just as the plaintiff had finished her arguments, the defendant rose, countering,

“Jury, we are a nation that reveres God, and only the Divine can determine the path of life.

Every child born into this world is a manifestation of God’s will.

Remember, jury, we are not God ourselves, but mere mortals.”

What ensued were a series of debates and rebuttals that transcended both moral and legal confines. As the debate raged on as Hiza clung to her weeping mother, her pink doll her only source of comfort.

Finally, the jury delivered its verdict, adhering to the existing abortion laws of the state. Hiza was not only denied an abortion but also had her entire childhood taken away. Her mother’s tears flowed uncontrollably, as her prayer beads scattered and went rolling across the floor.

Controlling her tears, she gathered both her beads as well as her broken faith in God. Sensing her mother’s grief, Hiza assisted her with the same.

As Hiza exited the courtroom, she left behind her childhood innocence. While an abortion might have disrupted a single life, its denial threatened to shatter two.

“Mommy, can I have ice cream on our way home?” Hiza innocently inquired, oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

The courtroom had now emptied, leaving only The Silent Monk behind. He had been very silently observing the proceedings, grappling with the moral conundrum that had unfolded before him, and still unable to gulp what had just conspired. He is too foolish to comment what is right or wrong. But even The Foolish Monk knew that a child was stripped of her innocence through this harsh judgment.

Deeply into his thoughts and contemplating the ways of the world, The Silent Monk went to bed. During that night, God appeared in his dream and said the following:

“My dear child,

I desire you to grow and multiply, but the basis for the same shall be Love and only Love.

Procreation through Lust is the method of the devil.”

The Silent Monk immediately woke up, and contemplating what had just happened. His mind still pondering over the profound message.

In the background, he could hear the devil’s grin.

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