By Malak AT, Libya When we think of the term war, we immediately connect it to loss, grief, and sadness. It is part of the world’s history; it is both gain and loss. One party will win while another will lose and the loss in itself can be in many different forms: emotional, physical, as … Continue reading THE MEMORY OF WAR
By Rawan, Libya It was a cool summer day, unlike other summer days with no electricity, breeze or anything special. This day was the opposite, as it had all of these things, especially something special. My brother, Anis, had just opened the garage of our house to introduce a new friend, my first car! It took … Continue reading Drive!
Movements of the Tripoli streets are unaffected by life in Libya, or lack thereof in this case. Every day is a new day. We thank God for what we are given, we drive our children to school, we buy the groceries our wives ordered, we do our tedious jobs and... and we make lemonade.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?” This quote was on brochure … Continue reading How to create change by Raghda s. Elziyadi – Libya.
In 2013 a group of young students and I, at the University of Tripoli, created a book club. At first it was an initiative by the student union and another active team working at the university: the LES team. None of us knew anything about the each other, only the fact that we loved reading. … Continue reading Literature in Danger by Rima, Libya
It was six years ago in Tripoli, when all the hate began to spread in my heart and soul. The Libyan civil war started on February 2011. On February 25 my fears became bigger, demonstrations spread across the country, the streets were full with people, their shouting was increasing as their numbers were; everything was … Continue reading Become what you hate by Mohammed AlNaas, Libya
I was born in a very small village in the Acacus Mountains of Southern Libya to a nomadic family with two brothers Awaden and Mawli and two sisters Djanit and Aicha. My father is a typical Tuareg man whose dignity and honor are praised by the people who know him. He is very proud of … Continue reading STRANGERS IN THEIR HOMELAND by Akli Bessadeh, Libya