Sunday, March 27, 2011
Totally, utterly busy these days online. I'm constantly jumping from window to another, facebooking, tweeting and freaking out! The phone's got a hand in all this as well -___- Ya know, calls from friends checking in on me, me checking in on family back home, and so on.
There's still no word from my fam but I'm staying positive, though their city has been under constant attack for weeks now.
So, in the midst of all this, I've decided to open up my blogging experience with those whom I know in real life and close friends. You're invited too my dear loyal followers :)
Visions of A Libyan will be about my thoughts during these hard times, and will continue on inshallah hopefully to witness a new and better Libya. So, you'll be led along throughout the process of discovering the drastic changes that we Libyans hope our country to undergo.
Much love from me now, gotta go back to tweeting and fbeeing (lol)
Keep praying for us,
Till next time
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Just a heads up to what's being done here in the UK for the aid of Libyans in distress in Libya. Next Sunday the 27th of March there'll be a 10km run to raise £10,000 to purchase a ventilator for a hospital in Libya.
The venue is Newham, London... if you can't be there, then please reach out with a donation.
Remember, Allah assists a person who assists his brother :)
كان الله في عون العبد ماكان العبد في عون أخيه
Much love, follow the link: Just Giving
Till next time,
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Yes. In times like these, words seem to lose their way to my mind.
It's been a month since the revolution in Libya took place and it's still going. There's no stopping to a Libyan who wants freedom. Since it was 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.
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,
I <3 Libya