To the right stands the accused. In the center, a black-robed judge sits
behind the bench and to the left are five white-robed angels.
Judge says (flipping through pages of a file): Cause of death?
Accused: Concussion and severe head injury due to torture.
Judge: The file says suicide.
Accused: It’s a mistake your honor, I died under torture.
Judge: Although cause of death has no bearing on our judgment, you are the
first to claim we have committed error. Are you claiming the executor has
erroneously reported your cause of death? This is uncanny. Our death
squads are well trained. Are you quite certain you didn’t kill yourself?
Accused (sarcastically): How could I forget such pain? I was tortured for
weeks. They pulled my fingernails, sent electric shocks through my entire
body and flogged me on the back…
Judge (impatiently): Enough. Do you remember the agent who took your
Accused: No, your honor. But the torturers referred to each other as
“doctor” or “professor”.
Judge: Enough. Why do you insist on answering every question with
sarcasm? I am referring to the agent dispatched from the divine
organization to take your life. Under our new guidelines, he must have
handed the death warrant to you personally before carrying it out. Do you
remember his face?
Accused: Oh! The face of death was dreadful, your honor, absolutely
Judge (furiously wagging his finger at the accused): We don’t care how you
died. We review cases like yours on daily basis. Besides, dying under torture
is not a plus for you. Everyone has to die somehow. I warn you not to make a
fuss about your cause of death. When your time is up the death warrant is
issued by the higher council and the work order is sent to the team of terror
and they promptly act. This is our routine.
However, according to the newly ratified regulations, authorities are to add
a little flare to death. So every year, to make it more exciting, we draw
names and the winners get to kill themselves however they wish. This is just
to add a little flavor to death.
Your name is under this column too. According to your file, you were
supposed to commit suicide but you claim you didn’t. What happened?
Accused: I request a thorough review of the facts of my case to avoid
Judge: You are not in a position to tell us what to do. Error in our system has
no meaning. Our intelligence is so accurate that we even know what will
cross your mind in the future. This is how sophisticated our system is. You
are dealing with the divine council, not the utility company. This court
proceeding is just a matter of formality Sir. Your fate has already been
Judge impatiently flips through the pile of pages on his desk: Obviously we
have no choice but to spend more time on your case. I do see several eraser
marks in your file. Please respond accurately to every question so we set
the record straight. Have you ever committed suicide?
Judge: But you told us you didn’t kill yourself. Didn’t you say you died under
Accused: That was the case.
Judge (irritated): Would you tell us how did you finally die?
Accused: On the eve of my eighteenth birthday, my parents threw a lavish
party and invited a host of friends and family. That night our house was full
of people drinking and eating in celebration of my eighteenth birthday. That
was the very night I decided to take my life. I always knew my father kept a
handgun in the house; after a hurried search I found it behind some boxes in
his closet. It was loaded with only one bullet. I took it to my room, aimed at
my temple, and pulled the trigger.
Judge: So you committed suicide?
Accused: Yes and no.
Judge: You pulled the trigger.
Accused: I did. An enormous explosion filled my head and I collapsed.
Judge: Tell us what happened. Give us the punch line.
Accused: I shot myself but there was no blood or pain. I wasn’t feeling
anything until suddenly the door flung open and every one stormed into my
bedroom and found me lying on the floor. I was unharmed with a smoking
handgun in my grip. I peered up at them, baffled like an idiot. When they
saw me in that ridiculous position, they burst into laughter and raised their
glasses and toasted my health. I could see they were laughing but couldn’t
Judge: How were you still alive?
Accused: The bullet in the gun was a blank. The explosion only left me deaf,
but I was unharmed.
Judge and the jury of angles roar with laughter.
Judge (puts his finger to his lips for silence): So you tried again?
Accused: I tried once again.
Judge: Your case is quite amusing and it gets more and more interesting.
Tell us how you blew it the second time?
Accused: A few months later, I decided to take my life by taking a cyanide
pill. It was a frozen winter night; the city was blanketed with snow. That
night, I had the death pill in my fist like a priceless gem and my hand in my
pocket rushing home to take my life.
The streets were empty, no one was roaming in the cold nights and after
government imposed curfew. The security agents were patrolling the empty
streets looking for political activists. From far they must’ve spotted me
walking suspiciously fast.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg and collapsed on the pavement. They
shot me because I didn’t heed to their order to stop. I watched my blood
staining the fresh white snow dark, like ink spilling onto blank paper.
I coiled my body in an excruciating pain when they reached me and
frantically started searching my pockets. When they found the death pill,
they were convinced I was a dangerous political element. They threw me in
the patrol car and began the beating to extract vital information. They kept
asking questions that I couldn’t even hear as I was almost deaf and now in
In a matter of minutes I lost unconsciousness. When I awoke I was lying on
the floor of a dark and cold room. I could feel my body like a piece of meat in
slaughterhouse surrendering to death. And at that moment, something
changed inside me. A powerful energy was keeping me alive. Unlike my
dying body, my soul was resisting death. Just a few hours ago I was
desperately pursuing death and now that the demon of death was staring at
me, I was not willing to surrender.
Judge: First of all, I warn you to use more appropriate language when
referring to the angel of death.
Now let’s review your dossier. The first time you decided to commit suicide,
you foolishly failed.
On your second attempt, you couldn’t even take a crummy pill and die. You
drug your feet until you finally fell into the hands of government agents. You
audaciously defied your kismet and now you have the nerve to brag about it?
Based on your life record reported here in your file and before you became a
renegade, you were to live eighteen years and not one day more. During
your eighteen years of life, you committed no sins. But the moment you
failed to take your life with that gun, you became an outlaw.
Your behavior in this court clearly reflects your state of mind. You are
constantly mocking our judicial system and accusing us of committing errors.
Now, listen to me carefully, how long did you live after your arrest?
Accused: I was tried. But the trial was a formality as my fate was already
determined. So under a closed door sham trial I was convicted of subversive
activities and jailed for six months. These six months of captivity were the
only period of my life that I truly lived because I had a purpose and that was
to resist the hardship and defy death. This was the time I truly cherished life
and understood what it meant to be alive. And the more I resisted, the
more torture continued until I came here.
Judge: Now the case is clear. You were not to live more than eighteen
years. You failed to surrender to your fate not once but twice. The second
time that you were supposed to give up your life was the night of your arrest
under torture. Your death warrant was issued three times. You rewrote
your destiny! This is an unforgivable sin. Because of your defiance, your file
doesn’t reflect your deeds after the age of eighteen. You lived on your free
will and that we do not tolerate!
Your actions have created chaos. The poor torturer who was to take your
life that night will be reprimanded for his utter negligence when he appears
before us. There will be an extensive investigation here and authorities at all
levels with be held responsible for this fiasco. By all accounts, you are a
Do you have anything else to say in your defense?
The jury members put their heads together for a few minutes then one
approaches the bench and whispers the verdict to the Judge.
Judge: After careful consideration of all facts of your case, this court finds
you guilty of committing the cardinal sin. You are sentenced to the
Sound of the gavel