The courtroom atmosphere was suffocating, filled with individuals blinded by their own authority. A pregnant woman, visibly desperate, pleaded for a mere five minutes of their time. Her plea, however, was met with cold dismissal. “This is not a charity ward,” she was told, as if her humanity were an inconvenience. But as she stood there, weeping, an elderly judge—a man who had witnessed the birth of this institution itself—slowly stood up. His presence silenced the room. Turning to the callous official, he stated, “I have known her longer than this place has existed.” The official, who moments before had felt untouchable, was suddenly paralyzed by the crushing realization that she had disrespected someone of profound significance.
