“Your Honor, you know, I know, and everyone here knows that I am innocent. The papers in your hands are forged, and the blood of those workers hangs around the neck of the factory owner.” By: Abdel Latif Moubarak | Egypt Judge Adil Al-Rifai sat behind his luxurious ebony desk, adjusted the green sash across his robe, and looked into the mirror before him. In this city, Adil was not just a magistrate; he was “God’s shadow on Earth,” or at least …
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