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This is an emotive and well-written piece by Nada Elfeituri from Benghazi, Libya. It is an eye-opening account of what many people are having to face in our world today. I will make no other comment.

Brave New Libya

This is how I remember it: There were missiles coming down, and it was pitch black. It wasn’t the missiles that scared us, we were used to them. It was the darkness, mostly, not being able to see what happened if something did hit the house. It was also the emptiness, knowing that most of the neighbours had already left, that there would be no one to call out for help. The morbid anticipation of what could happen was one of the worst parts of the war.

We packed in the dark, consoling our fears with the plan that we’d leave at sun-up, that we couldn’t stay anymore. We had no idea where we would go and we didn’t care. We just had to go.

One thing I vividly remember is that we didn’t lock the doors of the rooms. My dad said, “If we lock them, they’ll break the doors down to…

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  1. How can I say “I like” a text like this? It is horror.
    And I feel doubly guilty and more when I know that the French started or well helped the chaos in Libya. Monsieur Sarkozy’s gratefulness for the money the dictator gave him for his presidential campaign in 2007. Monsieur Sarkozy’s gratefulness in the guise of reference to dictator with his tent and his wives and concubines in the Elysées Gardens. Thank you, Dictator of Libya for the armaments you bought us and for the oil we received so that we can live comfortably.
    The French people does not know all this as the Libyan people does not know all. And yet, we do not want refugees?
    Are we only puppets sent to “panem & circenses” or to death?
    I make it follow on the web with what instruments or devices I have.

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  2. Thank you for sharing Nada’s post. It’s stories like hers that help us understand what is happening on the other side of our world and how terrifying it is to be displaced, homeless, and a refugee.

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