Identifying The Doped

Now, things in Libya seem to occur so quickly. But the road to our ultimate goal: freedom, is moving quite sluggishly (if that's ever a word!) Welcome to the land of confusion: planet earth!

Just to keep you updated before I ramble on, it's been exactly eleven days since I last contacted my family in Misurata. News from there via media and facebook is not at all comforting. We remain patient and hopeful nevertheless.

Getting back on track. 

I've numerously expressed my sympathy to the world for being exposed to the viciousness we Libyans were going through in the past... and the present. I am definitely sorry for my dear brothers and sisters either in or outside of Libya, but this is something, a battle, we know how to win if we get to grips with governing ourselves liberally. This is why I feel for those who are confused as to what's going on in Libya.

It's hard for who has recently tuned in to what's happening there. The struggle of freedom fighters to free Libya city by city, clashes with Gaddafi's forces (btw he's been missing for some time now) the UN intervention. It's all too confusing for a mind that has been minding its own business. I've received emails from Americans who want to know what we Libyans think about them Americans : | 

Then they started expressing their fear of (brace yourselves >_<) Libya bombing them back! I mean, we could've bombed France for crying out loud which is practically closer!! Meh ! -___-"

Believe it or not, questions about Libya on Yahoo Answers has escalated dramatically. The most trending form of questions is: What's going on in Libya? The most trending form of answer to that is: Check the news, dope!  (lol)

Right, this is my favorite part! Ironically, it's so amusing I could cry. The reporters in Tripoli Libya are probably cursing the day they ever set foot there, only to witness disrespect and mistreatment from Gaddafi's goons and militia. I mean, to me, they seem more like prisoners of war; puppets taken here and there to locations across Tripoli to see only the things Gaddafi wants the world to see. It's like a reality TV show about a group of people working in the media and being oppressed by government officials. Welcome to the adaptation of the life of a Libyan journalist, starring foreign personnel.

The most amusing public figure nowadays, in my POV, is probably this dude:

Musa Ibrahim/ Spokesperson of G Force

¬______¬

He knows exactly what he's doing, to the extent that he sweats during press conferences. The confidence! :)

He's so bright, that Anderson Cooper, after his amazing interview with Ibrahim on CNN, is among the first who intend to cover Musa's conference in which he'll be signing limited edition posters of the image above, signed: I'm so clever my head hurts xoxo

See? He's so charmed by him! ^_^

Oh, God... What am I saying @_@

Okay, anyway. That said, more is yet to unfold as we observe the collapse of this regime. It's embarrassing to all Libyans around the world, it's been so for over four decades, and we're not ready to serve a lifetime sentence under it.

Period.

Hana S.

People You Love To Hate

There's this saying: I don't love you, but I can't live without you

لا بحبك ولا بقدر على بعدك

And it suits the G Forces perfectly... G Force, as in Gaddafi Forces, not the disney movie about rodents. We don't want to offend anyway if you know what I'm saying. 

They don't love the Libyans, the ones who have finally decided to speak out and stand for their rights, the revolutionaries, who have been on drugs to help them on their mission. No. But they still can't live without em! They don't wanna leave Libya. They claim to be Libyans and they wanna die on Libyan coil.

Ok.

Here's a heads up to whoever is around them at the moment, please do them the honor and end our strife. This is getting longer than The Lord of The Rings' trilogy for crying out loud!!

Still, no word from my family in Misurata. It's simply devastating there. Yesterday I read something on facebook saying bombings near the area where my family is... sometimes I wish I never knew stuff like that, and that I'd be better off praying my loved ones are well without actually knowing what's going on.

But then, knowing something here and now is always better than knowing it later and regretting not knowing.

Made sense?

So, my relatives in Sirte, who seem to be living a privileged life CF others in Libya - in terms of normality, schools are still open, they still got cell phone and land line connection- keep telling us not to worry. At times it's hard to believe; others, you'd just think that it's got to do with CIA eaves dropping on us (yeah, 'eaves dropping' sounds kinda innocent in this context *rolls her eyes*) and they don't want to go mentioning stuff for safety reasons. I don't blame them. It's funny when they go, "Don't

It's scary. In a city where most of its population are his allies, one would only keep to himself, given that others think that wise too. They're probably hesitant (which has taken quite a loooong time, I must say) to speak out. No, it's not probably, it's definitely!

I wonder if I'll be writing a post about Sirte and the stories I know about it, about the Gedadfa. And I wonder, if by the time I say I even have relatives who are from that tribe, people would reconsider me as an acquaintance... (I'm thinking: delete! delete! from facebook! lol)

I'm totally serious!! There's this thing about being from Sirte, that... wait a minute. Am I gonna start talking about it right now?

Nah. There's always another time, inshallah :)

Oh, and one more thing. The people whom you love to hate are the ones you hate to love. ;)

So till then,


Hana S.

Expect The Unexpected...

At the beginning of this year, I found myself engulfed by an overwhelming feeling of optimism. Just like that. And I kept repeating, "I'm optimistic about this year. It's gonna be great!"

That was during the first week of January.

Shortly after I started getting news of riots in Tunisia... against the government!! A reign that lasted over 20 years! And I was like, "Oh. O-kay... that's... bold!" By the time I had come to understand what was going on there, Egypt sprung into action. Now as a Libyan, I found myself (imagining that I was Libya) looking left and right at the two events like it were some kind of tennis match. The two are winners BTW.

A feeling of unrest. Hanging on the edge of my seat. What if...?

A friend of mine asked whether this might happen in Libya as well. Once again, as a Libyan, with a full understanding of what a Gaddafi regime meant, and since it had already reigned for so long that our hearts had frozen to the sight of the digit numbers that triumphantly declares yet another year of achievements... and this time the onset of 42 years -___-"... I didn't expect it to happen, adding that if it did, it'll be fatal...

Here we are weeks later, living our worst night mare ever. Worried. Anxious. Anticipating. Not knowing what to expect... after all, it's in the hands of Allah. We've been constantly praying... like no other time. For this is a battle between an oppressor and the oppressed, a Libyan struggle to get rid of a tumour that miraculously lasted for four decades, leaving the country operating in slow motion towards nowhere.

It's gonna end soon.

It's not gonna end soon.

It's gonna end soon.

It's not gonna end soon...

I say we leave this ultimately to Allah... after all, we're forever supportive of our people and their demands.

To those who question this, please don't tell me you've never seen someone who's lived a depressing life in Libya just because this person or that took his place/ deprived him of his rights.... and the list goes on. Just don't.

Till next time,

Hana S.

Trying email posting

This is basically new to me, trying it out in hope that it would make my blogging experience much easier :)

Sent from Hana's iPhone

In Times Like These

Sadly enough, I get to kick off my new blog when my loved one's are in distress.

Libya, my beloved country, is in agony...

Yes. In times like these, words seem to lose their way to my mind.

It's been a month since Feb 17th revolution took place and it's still going. There's no stopping a Libyan who wants freedom. Since it sparked, it's gotta find its way till the end. And there will be an end.

A happy one.

I've lost contact with my family and friends in Libya. It's been five days since I last heard from my family in Misurata... the phones are dead. No internet connection: the only means I was able to check on my friends in Tripoli.

I'm scared for everyone there. 

My aunt in Sirt keeps us informed about my family now (internal calls are possible at times). Still, it's not the same as hearing their voices and knowing for sure they're OK. Even though they might be physically all right, it's the mental part I'm worried about. I mean, seeing the bombings on TV shatters me to pieces, so what with them being a mile away from the locations being targeted.

It's surreal. Seeing the streets where I used to peacefully drive to work or to the shops...

Makes my mind go blank.

Today I heard from no one back home. This is definitely my worst nightmare.

The only thing I can do best at the moment is pray for their safety and to all those brave fighters who have nothing to lose but to go back to what they've been suffering from. And there's no turning back.

Till next time,

Hana S.