Dear Diary

The trust we share

Author's POV

Suncity Police station

Hafiz sat quietly within his cell, trying so much to remember what happened that night. But, no matter how hard he tried all he could get were pieces of unclear images of that night.

How will he prove his innocence over things he couldn't remember?

"Can I get a cup of water please?" Asked a man who was locked up with him. However, even after asking for the tenth time, no one responded to him.

So, he gave up his pursuit for water and sat down close to Hafiz.

"Did you do what they are accusing you of?" He asked.

"I don't know, I can't remember," Hafiz replied.

"What do you mean you can't remember?"

"All I can remember are blurry pieces of that night."

"Hahaha, that shit ain't funny. It happens to me too whenever I go high on those blue pills. In those moments, everything feels like a dream, like an illusion. Yet it is not. It is as real as f***. You see all these scars, I can't remember the details of how I got them but, I know I got them by myself."

"Drugs! Did someone drug me that night?" Hafiz thought of a possibility.

"You were arrested for doing drugs?" Hafiz asked the man.

"I don't just do them, I sell them. Last time, I was sentenced to three years in custody but I got someone to take the blame for me. This time, I am definitely going in, perhaps the rehabilitation will help me find myself again."

"You want to quit?"

"I want to, and I tried to. But addiction always leads me back, it's like selling your soul to the devil, there will be no backing out."

"There is always a way out," Hafiz said.

"Yet, it's not as easy as you think it is."

"I never said it was easy."

"Some of us struggle to get out of it but then the society isn't helping matters. We are constantly judged and discriminated against. So you see..."

Just when their conversation was building up, a policeman came and took Hafiz out.

"Your lawyer is here." He said.

"Finally, after four hours of waiting."

When Hafiz arrived, he couldn't help but notice the worry painted on his lawyer's face.

"You understand that you can't keep him behind bars without any sentence right?" The lawyer said to the policeman in charge.

"Barrister, I know you are a very good lawyer but the case against your client is a strong one. All the pieces of evidence point towards his guilt?"

"Show me the evidence"

"It is somewhere safe. You will see it at the right time. Just know that your client is guilty as charged."

"Are you a judge?"

"No."

"Then you have no right to declare my client guilty, no matter how good your evidence are. Besides, the nature of his arrest makes me wonder whether the police are now a tool used to oppress the citizens."

"Well, get the paperwork done and then you can bail him out." The inspector said.

"I will." He said. He then stood up to leave but the inspector said something that knocked some sense into his head.