This evening, I found myself lost in a strange but deep thought. I was wondering, do terrorists and bandits, people who hurt others and cause fear also have wives and children? Do they have people who love them genuinely, not because of money or fear, but because of love, pure love?
The thought honestly felt awkward, but I couldn’t shake it off. It led me into a quiet reflection about human nature. We often look at people like terrorists and bandits and immediately write them off as monsters. But then again, they are human. They feel pain. They feel joy. They have desires. They want to be understood. And just like every other human being, they too want to be loved.
That’s when a story I once read came back to my memory. It was a fictional story, yet it carried so much truth about life. It was about Lucifer the devil. Yes, the devil himself. People feared him. He was known for his power and cruelty. But then, something unexpected happened. He fell in love with a girl, a human.
This girl was different. Her beauty wasn’t just in her face, but in the calmness of her heart and the way she saw the world. Lucas, as dark and feared as he was, found peace in her presence. She didn’t try to destroy him or change him completely. But unknowingly, her love began to touch something in him. She started bringing out the soft side of a devil, a side no one ever thought existed.
Even though he didn’t completely change, she gave him a reason to think differently. To act differently. To feel again. He still had the dark in him, but now, there was also a bit of light, though they lived their lives in hell.
Later in the story, Lucifer had a son. The boy hated the idea that he was the son of the devil. He didn’t want anything to do with that identity. But as time passed, he realized that some part of his father lived in him too. Yet he was also different. He chose love, and that love helped him become a better version of what his father could never be.
Reading that story and thinking about it again tonight reminded me of something important, No one is too bad to be loved. And no one is beyond saving.
Sometimes, we are quick to label people as evil. But we forget that even the worst people have hearts that beat. They may have made terrible choices. They may have caused pain. But somewhere deep inside, they are still human. They might not deserve our sympathy, but they deserve to be understood.
This doesn't mean we should excuse evil or justify wrong actions. No. But it reminds us that even those who do bad things may still have families, partners, or children who love them sincerely. Love doesn’t always make sense. It’s not always logical. And it doesn’t always choose the perfect person. Sometimes, love finds its way even in the darkest corners.
And maybe, just maybe, that love becomes the light that begins to pull a person out of their darkness, no matter how little.
That’s the beauty of being human. We are all layered. No one is completely one thing. A man who robs could still be the one who sings his daughter to sleep. A terrorist could still look at the sky and admire its beauty. A feared person could still kneel beside a grave and cry for someone they lost. That’s why we should never be quick to judge someone as completely evil. People are not just their actions, they are also their stories, their wounds, and their silent prayers.
So as awkward as my thoughts were this evening, I’m glad I had them. They reminded me that the world is not just black and white. There’s a whole lot of grey in between. It reminded me that love, in its raw form, doesn’t choose only the good people sometimes, it finds the broken ones and helps them see a different path.
It also reminded me that no matter how bad someone may appear, there is always something or someone that can make them feel again. And sometimes, that feeling can start to change them. Because at the end of the day, even the devil can love.