There was a young lawyer in my court

 A judge from Skardu, while narrating the incident, says that there was a young lawyer in my court. He had done his PhD in physics and was associated with the legal profession. He was very intelligent and used to speak very logically. His virtue was that he always stood by the oppressed. During my posting there, I never saw him lose a case. I was so impressed with his truthfulness that sometimes I would give a verdict on his words without any argument and my decision was right. Every judge there was impressed by him. Everyone in the entire court respected him. On some occasions, the judges would discuss the case with him and decide. I wanted to know the reason why he remained a lawyer despite his education and the qualifications to enter this field and then become a judge. After a lot of effort, I was compelled by my curiosity to ask him this question... He told me that my grandfather was very poor. He had only two daughters among his children. He worked hard at the kiln and educated his daughters. Dalwai raised them and then got them married. My mother was lucky. She became a teacher in a government school. When my aunt could not get a government job, my grandfather took a loan from a kiln and got his daughters married. My mother saved from household expenses and helped my grandfather pay off the loan. But then my father forbade him, so my grandfather himself started working as a laborer in exchange for the loan. On the other hand, my aunt did not have any children, so he started harassing my aunt. My aunt was beaten up several times and thrown out of the house. Then, with the intervention of the villagers, she was persuaded and sent away. In the third month, she was beaten by her in-laws and sat on her father's doorstep. Until the last time, when her in-laws took her away, her husband remarried and promised to keep my aunt with him on the condition that my grandfather would bear all the household expenses. My grandfather went into more debt to build a house for his daughter. And then on a foggy winter morning, when they were riding their bicycles, they were run over by a trolley and passed away. When my grandfather died, he was still in debt.... My mother stole her jewelry from my father and sold it to pay off my grandfather's debts. She arranged for his furniture and equipment. My in-laws did not cooperate with my mother in this matter, not even my father. 

After my grandfather's death, my aunt's in-laws started forcing my aunt to demand household expenses from my mother. My aunt refused, so they got divorced, but neither her belongings nor the jewelry were returned to her, nor was her dowry given. 

My mother and aunt had the last resort of the law, and the law is the slave of the powerful. My mother and aunt fought the case all the way to the High Court, but they could not get their rights. Then my aunt returned after the High Court hearing and committed self-immolation. My mother was also responsible for his funeral arrangements. My mother did this work well, but after my sister's death, her face became gloomy. My mother was not happy with my success. Even when I did my PhD, all my relatives from far and wide were happy, but my mother's face was not as happy as before. That night, I sat on the prayer mat and prayed, hugged my mother to my chest and asked her, "What is the reason for your sadness?" My mother closed the door and said, "I want you to become a lawyer." For the first time in my life, my mother had expressed a desire. I asked why. My mother asked me the opposite question. Do you know why your aunt committed suicide? I said, "No." My mother replied that your aunt did not have the money to pay for the lawyer's fees. The lawyer had demanded my body. My aunt came home that day and committed suicide. That day, I had a desire in my heart that I would make my son a lawyer. A lawyer who would not demand his body in exchange for money. A lawyer who would snatch justice from the oppressed. But I could never express this desire because of your father and your fear. My mother finished talking and started crying. I kissed her feet and promised that I would become such a lawyer and then joined the legal profession. All my family members and friends were surprised by my decision, but my mother was very happy. As long as I was awake and studying, my mother would stay awake with me. She used to blow on me after reciting Ayatul Kursi. I also won a gold medal in law and fulfilled my mother's dream, but unfortunately my mother could not see this dream come true... 

After becoming a lawyer, I always fought for the truth. I never supported any oppressor. I visit my mother's grave after every success, but for a while I did not see my mother in my dreams. A few months ago, I fought a case for an orphan girl. I not only took her belongings and dowry, but also the monthly expenses of her children. That day, when I went to my mother's grave, my mother saw me in my dream at night. She got up from the same prayer room, hugged me, and blew on me after reciting something. That day, I felt that I had achieved the purpose of life....!! 

The reason why I did not become a judge despite being qualified is that as a judge, pressure may come on me, but as a lawyer, no one can force me. I earn enough from halal means of livelihood to survive.