In the final year of my graduation, during banter among our friends, I asked a law student Musarrat to define Justice.
‘You want to know about Justice,’ said he, ‘then it’d be most helpful to remember that there is no such thing as Justice.’ Certainly, I did not agree with him on this, for I had always been an advocate of humanism and moral uprightness. Both these are inseparable from the concept of justice. However, an incident soon followed that put a serious puzzle to my scanty understanding of the concept of Justice.
It was at the end of May 2001 when my friend (and Musarrat’s classmate) Altamash was murdered for holding atheistic beliefs at the hands of his younger brother, a religious fanatic, in his very own house.
The sole witness to this murder (which was committed by stabbing Altamash in his back) was Altamash’s mother, a widow who had worked hard to bring up her children. She was taken over by both grief and rage.