Why? Ask Pardon To Me!
There was a man in the Philippines who was sentenced to death for violating a girl. He had asked clemency to president Estrada. People prayed for him and many people abroad sent a petition for mercy.
I met the girl in my dream who said: “Why ask mercy, pardon to the President, to God? Why not ask me? I have the right to pardon him, he, who has tortured, threatened, forced, soiled me. They haven’t suffered the affront.”
Perhaps to ask for her pardon, mercy would be even worse than the death sentence, I thought.
And I imagined him if he were granted to ask mercy from her, he would kneel before her and say: “I am here not to ask pardon from you but to say that I really deserved this death penalty.”
She was cold, kept silent and he went away.
Meanwhile she secretly did send a letter to the authorities to free him on the moment of his execution.
Wow, he never would, ever could repay her greatness as long as life, as I created them in my mind.
July 2000
There was a man in the Philippines who was sentenced to death for violating a girl. He had asked clemency to president Estrada. People prayed for him and many people abroad sent a petition for mercy.
I met the girl in my dream who said: “Why ask mercy, pardon to the President, to God? Why not ask me? I have the right to pardon him, he, who has tortured, threatened, forced, soiled me. They haven’t suffered the affront.”
Perhaps to ask for her pardon, mercy would be even worse than the death sentence, I thought.
And I imagined him if he were granted to ask mercy from her, he would kneel before her and say: “I am here not to ask pardon from you but to say that I really deserved this death penalty.”
She was cold, kept silent and he went away.
Meanwhile she secretly did send a letter to the authorities to free him on the moment of his execution.
Wow, he never would, ever could repay her greatness as long as life, as I created them in my mind.
July 2000
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