I still have nightmares. Sometimes I close my eyes and see darkness. Not darkness due to lack of light, but of days where there was no hope in sight. Of days I spent in Abu Salim Prison dreaming only to see an inch of sunlight. Slash marks etched on to the rigid walls, symbolizing all my days behind these bars. Gun shots as my morning alarm--sitting here, unarmed, tell me how I stay calm, when wanting freedom leads to my harm? Just a victim, just a number. Oh freedom, how I dream of you in my slumber: your gracious wings and beautiful smells, your radiance shielding me from all the bomb shells. It was on that day that I was freed, that day after I saw my country bleed, that I finally planted my hopeful seed. Qaddafi had fled, he and all his greed. Oh freedom, you were right...God IS all I need.
Love,
A Grateful Libyan
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