Land of happy conspiracies

Is it right to categorize people as purely good or purely evil? Is goodness an absolute value? Is poetry a flaw that begins with an irreversible slip? Should we sympathize with someone drowning, driven by a deep-seated desire to escape this trap, or should we expose him? He is a journalist. He sold his soul to the devil. He became deeply entangled with the authorities in a meticulously crafted game, strengthened by the powerful figures of the country. In that vortex to which he surrendered himself, Mutahhar carried out all the vile acts demanded of him, yet a kind, human quality remained attached to him, appearing subtly at the junctures of the stories, within the folds of the ugly scene, while all the guards, and the demands of the job and the orders of the elders, faded away... In a land where slavery is still practiced in its corridors, to the point where "maids" move between the houses of masters, cartoonish Toyota girls, exposing their bodies and tender years to the punishment of the night and childhood, and there are generous people who are defamed and criminals who are rewarded... In this land, there is a corrupt journalist, a human being who has lost his humanity, whose intelligent tears have been tamed each time, only to die of grief because of them... Is it right to classify humans as pure good or pure evil? Is good an absolute value? And is the origin of evil a slippery slope from which there is no return? Do we sympathize with those drowning, sensing their deep yearning to escape this trap, or do we revel in their suffering? He is a journalist. He sold his soul to the devil. He became deeply entangled with the authorities in a carefully orchestrated game played by the powerful of the land. In the vortex to which he succumbed, he carried out every despicable task assigned to him. Yet, a faint glimmer of humanity remains with him, surfacing subtly at the crossroads of stories, in the depths of horrific scenes, when all the guards are asleep and the demands of work and orders from above subside a little. In a country where slavery still operates in its hidden corners, there are "maids" who move between the homes of their masters, and young girls who watch cartoons, surrendering their delicate bodies and their early years to those who invade their nights and their childhoods. There are honorable people whose reputations are tarnished, and criminals who are rewarded. In this country, there is a corrupt journalist, a human being who has lost his humanity, who tames it with a few tears whenever it returns, only to die of sadness...