Khaberni - Man was created with an innate instinct to defend himself when accused, and to raise his voice if he experienced injustice or false accusation.
However, the real tragedy starts when the balance of values shifts, making the oppressed seem as if he must convince his tormentor of his innocence or is forced to extend his hand to the one who planted a knife in it, showing the bleeding as evidence of his truthfulness.
Here lies the greatest betrayal of the self: begging for acknowledgement of the truth from someone who knows it well and then denies it deliberately, because facing the truth is heavier than that a cowardly heart can bear.
When you try to prove your innocence to your oppressor, you are like someone lighting a lamp in a cave that does not seek light but thrives on darkness.
He is not unaware of what he has done, rather, he runs from acknowledging it, because recognition is a mirror, and the mirror exposes faces that cannot bear to see themselves. Thus, fleeing is easier for him than facing himself, and denial easier than confession, and hence he dons the mask of the oppressed when he is in fact the most tyrannical.
Do not exhaust your spirit in justifying yourself, nor be lavish in explanation; those who intend injustice do not seek the truth but look for an excuse to peg their filth onto.
He seeks faults in you, looks for a minor flaw to turn you from a victim into an accused. Even when you confront him with your wounds, he mocks: "You exaggerate," as if pain is a fantasy in his dictionary and as if a stab hurts only if the stabber admits his guilt.
And this forms the ugliest manifestation of injustice: the oppressor deliberately disowns himself and dons the garb of innocence while the blood on his hands is still wet.
Do not think that you can awaken a heart extinguished by hatred, or revive a conscience slain by passion. For hatred, once entrenched in the heart, turns it as impervious as polished stone, penetrable neither by calls nor by reason.
And those who know you are right but refuse to see you other than wrong, their problem lies not in a lack of evidence but in a dead conscience, and a dead conscience cannot be revived by thousands of words nor awakened by all the cries of the earth.
Protect what remains of you, and preserve your pure essence. Do not stoop to frivolity, nor change your color to match those who wish for your fracture.
Let them wander in their delusion and proceed on your path with the dignity of silence.
For silence has a majesty that rises above all voices, and disengagement is nobler than any argument.
For in silence, there is a poignant message saying: "I am too great to engage in battle with a sick heart," and those who know you through the clarity of their eyes do not need to hear through your words.
And finally, dear wronged one: you are not in need to prove your integrity or the decency of your companionship, for your patience in times of distress is the eloquent statement, and your ethics in times of injustice are the definitive proof, and your steadfastness when storms of injustice strike you are the light that does not extinguish. Remember that truth has a luster that surpasses any obscuration, and its voice is louder than any falsehood, even if noise covers it for a time.
Know that God is aware of the secrets of hearts, that with Him no right is lost or trace obliterated, and that your silence will one day become a resounding scream revealing the false and vindicating the truth.
