Derna, once a coastal jewel,Now a stage for power’s cruel duel. Storm Daniel’s wrath tells a grievous tale.

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Dead people linger on the streets of Derna after the storms. Click to watch the video.

In Derna’s ruins, the echoes wail,

Storm Daniel’s wrath tells a grievous tale.

Thousands lost to nature’s cry,

Under Libya’s tumultuous sky.

For years, neglected by politicians’ sway,

Derna suffered, its strength in slow decay.

Gaddafi, Haftar, and Tripolitania’s strife,

Left the city weakened, its hopes on life’s knife.

Derna, once a coastal jewel,

Now a stage for power’s cruel duel.

As thousands perished, infrastructure crumbled,

The people came together, undeterred and humbled.

Yet, international aid struggles to reach their hands,

Hindered by power-hungry leaders and political demands.

Silhouettes in the storm’s aftermath,

Trace the contours of our shared path.

Refugees, locals, hearts entwined,

In sorrow’s fabric, our fates aligned.

We, the refugees, your brothers here,

Send condolences sincere.

As refugees in Libya, we extend our embrace,

To those affected, sharing grief heart to heart.

Though we’ve endured hardships, unimaginable and vast,

We stand united, for every life lost is a tragedy unsurpassed.

Our plight is shared, our hearts bleed too,

In Derna’s pain, we stand with you.

May the world heed this tragic play,

Lend a hand, not turn away.

For NATO’s sins, For Europe’s guilt, may justice come,

The Libyan soul is not to be undone.

For Derna’s loss is ours to share,

A call to all, to show we care.

To rebuild, to heal, to rise above,

In the name of humanity, in the name of love.

For the people of Derna, we send our love,

A poem of hope, rising high above.

Lampedusa, this island of profound grace,Holds more than words can ever embrace,Forever in our hearts, its memory will reside.

A farewell selfie with a multimillion euro smiles😃

In a place called Lampedusa, where souls unite,

Voices, faces, and stories, shining lights,

Summoned by compassion, justice, and human right,

We stand together, courageous in our fight.

Alessandro, a beacon of light,

An ambassador, guiding us right.

With umbrella of commitment, he led,

With reverence and respect, respect in this noble space, we tread.

Matteo, youth’s energy ablaze,

Curiosity burning, truth’s maze.

Seeking inclusivity’s embrace,

To give a better life, he’d chase.

Mohammed, from Sahel’s land oppressed,

Fighting ceaselessly, he’s not one to rest.

In occupied lands, his people’s plight,

For justice, he battles with all his might.

Iustina, a force campaigning for years,

To free Patrick Zaki from silence’s fears. An angel, her heart pure,

Four years of dedication she gave,

Until his release, her strength she’d brave.

Rachele, born of Eritrean descent,

Humanitarian spirit, she’s sent.

Strong and dedicated to all she meets,

Her compassion knows no bounds or feats.

Nour, defying Egypt’s regime,

Imprisonment and death, a haunting dream.

Yet he stands tall for refugees’ right,

His wisdom shines in the darkest night.

Sofia, a young flower, forever bloom,

At fifteen, she founded youth’s amnesty room.

Years dedicated to the cause she loves,

Sowing seeds of change, like gentle doves.

Lidia, with eyes searching for her passion,

Journalism her tool, crossing each nation.

Seeing beyond borders, building bounds,

Her words unite, where division compounds.

Tiziano, a hope from Berlin’s heart,

Fighting injustice, a noble part.

With revolutionary ideas held high,

Uniting the world, he aims to try.

Francesca, derived from socialist love,

Building the funds, like wings of a dove.

Treasure in her hands, amnesty’s gold,

Her generosity, a story to be told.

Angela, amplifying voices, representing with care,

Standing tall beside Alessandro, a dynamic pair,

Ester, a mother to all voyagers, kind and true,

Guiding our journey, our hopes she grew, Without her, reaching the summer lab would not be in sight.

And I, from South Sudan’s tumultuous strife,

Defied death, defied darkness, rebuilding my life,

Surrounded by these incredible souls, I stand,

Amplifying neglected voices, lending a helping hand.

But there’s one thing I cannot defy,

The nightmares that haunt, the scars that won’t die,

My bleeding soul, burdened by what I’ve seen,

A reminder of the pain, where hope has been.

In the summer lab, people from all lands unite,

Harmony prevailing, injustice we fight,

My heart weeps, it bleeds with relief and sadness,

As I bid farewell to the island, the moments of gladness tightly bound.

Together we dined, we partied, we shared,

Unexpectedly met comrades who once cared.

In Libya, we protested, demanding our rights,

Justice, accountability in the darkest nights. But denial was our fate, a battle we fought, yet we resisted, scattered across lands, longing to be free.

Tunisia, Morocco, Algeria they fled,

While nature sailed me to Italy instead.

Our meeting, a blend of sorrow and delight,

Thinking of thousands still trapped in the fight.

Frontex arrival, a sorrowful aftermath, our longing cut short,

With a heartfelt “Vale,” we bid them support.

Lampedusa, this island of profound grace,

Holds more than words can ever embrace,

Forever in our hearts, its memory will reside.

Lampedusa’s gate, witness to our pain,May it also witness a world humane.

At the gate of Lampedusa I pose for a photo shot in a fresh mob style organised by Amnesty International.

At Lampedusa’s gate I stand so tall,

Where hopes and dreams have met their fall.

Thousands perished in the treacherous sea,

Seeking refuge, longing to be free.

For some, this island is a sanctuary,

For others, it’s despair and misery.

Descendants from African lands afar,

Driven here by life’s relentless scar.

Fati Dosso and Marie, their hearts were torn,

Rejected, sent back to Libya, forlorn.

Five times they faced incarceration’s sting,

Their dreams shattered, no solace could they bring.

As for myself, I faced rejection’s blow,

January, November, and months that followed.

But in June 2022, I finally arrived,

Yet, a sense of belonging was never derived.

Nightmares consume me in this foreign land,

Italy’s Giorgia Meloni, with her divisive stand.

An electoral campaign fueled by hate,

Anti-migrants and racism, sealing our fate.

Europe, too, wields a weapon unkind,

Against refugees and immigrants, it does bind.

Tunisia and Libya, caught in the storm,

Vulnerable souls, left to suffer and mourn.

The so-called “common European asylum system,”

A failed and deadly mechanism.

It promises safety, protection, and care,

But instead, it perpetuates despair.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light,

Voices rise, demanding what’s right.

Together we stand, united in plight,

For justice, compassion, and a future so bright.

Lampedusa’s gate, witness to our pain,

May it also witness a world humane.

Where refuge is given, and hearts find peace,

A place where acceptance and love never cease.

We survived

This year, I did nothing but survive. I survived every suicidal thoughts that came into my mind, I survived every negative thought that made me feel I’m nothing. I survived the miseries to my failures and I started to hope and believing that the hour of success is coming tomorrow.

I did nothing but motivate myself to wake up with a positive mind. I mustered everything in me to keep myself from falling off track and give it all up because I felt so tired, the kind of tiredness that rest could never make up for, the kind of tiredness that makes you wish you could sleep for days and wake up just when everything’s alright. but in the end, I commend myself for trying, for surviving because after all, I get to see these beautiful things in front of me, feel this overwhelming love around me, and appreciate what I could grasp in my hands. I survived and so did you. with that, i’m glad.

Credit: Sara Creta

A survivor of the idiocracy•

The heartbreaking piece of a conversation

Her: And why do you want your future with me, exactly? There are a lot of girls besides me.

Me: Why do I want my future to be with you? Because I loved you from the first sight, I know you are a caring person, honest, truthful, beautiful and intelligent, that you need to be loved accordingly :)/

Yes there might be a lot of girls, and surely they are , but you are different, in your own way, you personalities and behaviors, your reasoning and senses, and I know that deep down in your heart you really wish to be loved for who you are, you wish to be cared for, you wish to be loved unconditionally both secretly and publicly, all humans are given the portion of love./

Her:😲🤦‍♀️ Loneliness is better for me and it is better for my family to be confident in me. I do not think about these things. I want to stay alone and I am so happy.

I’m not good at this– I don’t care about anyone, no one cares about me. The reason I lose people is because I do not care, nor do I call, or talk to them, I am always like this in my self.

Me: Don’t feel alone anymore, for me it doesn’t matter whether you care or not, just know that today you have David who will live to accept you the way you are, and will live to care for you /

Life have stages, and you just haven’t met the one you will always care about, the one you will always worry about his situation, what he eats, what he drinks, how he feels, how healthy he is./

Her: loneliness is beautiful for me

David, I don’t want you to cling to me too much because I’m not very good at caring about anyone, and one day I will disappear ☹️

I will not stay with you forever

I hope you find a girl who is better than me and is good at this”

Me: Don’t worry I’m good to understand loneliness and misery because they have been my best friends, to understand life, one must endure misery and loneliness./

“We shall all disappear, perhaps I disappear first”/

Her: I bear this loneliness and I think this is better for me. I do not want to be associated

A survivor of the idiocracy•

Your true self lies in you and only you knows who truly you are.

To the girl who constantly searched for her truer self, the girl who has 212 followers on twitter, a little more friends on Facebook, the girl who hated the existence of instagram, to the girl whose horror trikes like a thunderstorm while talking of her self.

To the girl who always found it difficult to start a conversation, the girl who was always befuddled while in the middle of congestive souls, and yet she grew up from the most populated city, a city where all humans are constantly busy, a city no one was shy, a city with all sorts of stuff, a city with over 210+M marvelous creatures.

To the girl who always thought she was boring and hardly started a conversation, a girl who was always lost in her own thought and found it difficult to know herself and figure out her existence out of millions.

To the girl who thinks her existence means nothing so would her death, with her perspicacious mind befuddling her own existence, yet the strong embraces their shadow while the weak denies its existence. Some Parts of who you are have been locked away and hidden within your unconsciousness.

I tell you today that the luminiferous aether with its vastness and by giving space, Sun by giving light and energy. Wind by giving vital breath, Water by being nectarine giving life and satisfaction, Earth by giving grains and upholding all to all fructify their existence.

I tell you today that stop trying to find who you are or trying to change inorder to be accepted. because if you are not interested in Yourself, life becomes more uninteresting that you wouldn’t be able to endure it.

Stop being a pity to the passersby in your own thoughts and imaginations, stop thinking that you are not fit in this human race , your existence matters, you will be loved for who you are, you will be featured to lead for who you are, your existence is a blessing to others, it’s the reason others live today , though you are yet to meet that one person, just know that:
If our existence is for the welfare of others, it is meaningful.
And Instead of thinking about that which you want to do think about who you want to be.
Do you want to be more self-aware?
Do you want to be more conscious?
Do you want to be a better person?
Do you want to be difference in the world?

Know today that you are A god, your brain consists of all magic and has the power to change everything, people, thoughts, and life, stop trying to please everyone or to be liked by everybody because the nature of life hinders us even from liking everybody.

Know today that you are the most beautiful girl of all time but in your own form,those enticing smiles belongs to you and not anyone else, those alluring self of yours that you thinks is a boring self is the most valued in the world.

Know that your existence is a total superstition, what you believes in is your true self, no matter how hard you try the world will always see the negatives in you and no one is perfect in escaping that reality.

Ever thought of the moon as it shines with the existence of the sun? But they are always great enemy, when the sun says goodbye it’s always a pleasing moment for the moon to say a new Hello and for this reason they are always a sworn enemy, so does life and all the homo-sepiens that exists next to you, some will be there to ruin your life and make it miserable and some will be there who always will have to finght for your smiles.

“When life is put into a total misery it becomes the worst thing to ever happen to man and yet it’s the most beautiful thing to ever happen to man”

You are not alone today as each of us share the same longing to be truly known and truly loved, to discover and know our truer self.

Ozzy

A survivor of the idiocracy