Have you ever tried to see through the eyes of him who has taken a life?

Have you ever thought what driven him to take a life?

Who are you to judge him who has taken a life?

I asked myself many times these questions to make sure I am doing the right thing.

When I try to understand someone's action, I always ask, what's the motive?

In front of me is a man, an old man. He is about to leave the world and he knows. But he didn't want it to happen to his wife.

Fear. It's what drove this old man to take a life. Said the man in suit.

Is it enough for him to be forgiven? I asked myself in silence.

In front of me is a poor old man with a wife who's ill. He needed money for her to be treated. But they don't have anyone to turn to. Evil whispered unto him and had her wife treated.

She sits at the back. Holding her tears. She knew it was wrong but to him it's the only right thing to do.

Driven by fear of losing the love of his life the poor old man killed the man who's got plenty. And now he stand before me, the judge, to give the final verdict.

"Guilty beyond reasonable doubt."

I hurriedly left the room. I didn't even looked at the old man and his wife.

The old man and I are no different now. I didn't have a choice. It's what the system asks from me. To give the final blow, a life for a life.

When I try to understand someone's action, I always ask, what's the motive?

What's mine?

Is it right to take a life to make sure others would live?

Is it morally right to murder the murderer and be one myself?