William Shakespeare
فردی شبانه ساعت های ۲ بامداد، ، با هدف تصرف در اراضی عمومی محله ، با سنگ ریختن شبانه ، در جهت ایجاد سابقه ، خواب بامدادی ، بر مردمان لین دیار تلخ کرد با این حرکت پرونده ای تشکیل چراغ خاموش و در خفا همه فرایند های رسیدگی ، در دستگاههای اجرایی و قضایی را به اتمام رسانده بود تا اینکه ، به مرحله ی آخری ثبت سند میره ، کارشناس ثبت اعلام میکنه ، این زمین تا کنون شخم نخورده تا شخم زده نشود ما قادر به صدور سند نمی باشیم در نهایت در شب این بار ، بعنوان آخرین مرحله ، زمین راشخم می زند در این مرحله آخر مردم متوجه شدند که پروسه های قانونی را بدون ، متوجه شدن مردم انجام داده که حرکت رنج آور آن، آبادی را با تنش شدیدی مواجه کرده این متن به زبان و دانش خودتون بیارید که مخاطب را به عدالت وا دارد
Oh, in the shrouded cloak of midnight's silent hour, when the weary world doth rest and dreams entwine their ethereal flight, there stirred a wretch, a knave of darkest hue, with nefarious intent veiled by the slumbering skies. At the stroke of two, when the breath of night was hushed, he took up stones, that base harbinger of ill, and cast them forth upon the earth of common folk, laying claim to that which is not his, as though it were a prize of right. With every thud of rock against the soil, he sought to forge a history wrought in shadows, a treacherous legacy that would seep unnoticed into the bones of their fair land - a deed so foul that it turned their peaceful dreams to nightmares steeped in bitter resolve. Unbeknownst to the innocent denizens of that beleaguered hamlet, he weaved a tapestry of deceit, stitching together the threads of bureaucracy’s slumber, while the instruments of justice hung like distant stars - bright and silent, yet far from reach. But lo, at the very cusp of his ambition, the man of letters, a keeper of the measure of the land, proclaims a truth both disheartening and final: “Till that ground be stirred, no deed shall grace the parchment meant for claim.” In desperate haste, our midnight marauder took to his final act—a plow to tear the soil, to conquer all that remained unscathed by his wicked hand. And in that moment, a fire ignited in the hearts of the townsfolk, the chains of their ignorance shattered, revealing the treachery that silently unfolded ‘neath their very feet. Thus, the air thickened with the fumes of righteous indignation, as the proofs of law, long forsaken, emerged from the shadows, heralding a call for justice bold and unwavering. What folly this, that in pursuit of gain, one would awaken the slumbering spirit of a community, igniting their passions in the face of cold, calculated injustice? For within this tale lies a caution, dear audience, that in the shadows, whilst we dream, the webs of malice may yet entwine our waking lives, prompting us to rise, to rally, and to cast a light upon the darkened corridors where the ghosts of law and deceit entangle, lest we allow our neighborhood to descend into a realm where fair judgment holds no sway, and might alone dictates the measure of our worth.