Libya ... Our Beloved Country|
To all my dear Libyan countrymen and women,
I have been reading these letters ever since they started with a letter saying that the UN Libyan Ambassador called for a meeting with prominent figures (some might disagree with the label) of the Libyan community in exile. We have evolved
tremendously since then. Just take a look at the quality and quantity of
topics being addressed now on our favourite and only free forum. Both sides
of the Libyan problem contributed generously to this forum, adding to its
uniqueness and creativity. At no other place nor forum have these two foes
debated or exchanged ideas or even insults.
I know that some of you would say that the greenies never allowed others to speak their mind up. Others would say that the "opposition" don't deserve to have a say in our country's internal affairs after they have sold themselves to the devil (USA). I am a believer in give and take; life can never be a one-way street. Even the
religion of Allah, Al Islam, has been interpreted in many various and
legitimate ways, of course within general guidelines. I am sure that if you
ask any member of the revolutionary committees, big or small, he or she will
say out of the love of my country I am what I am. Leave Libya and come to
the USA and ask a 20 year old Libyan girl who never seen Libya before, she
would say my first love is a country by the name of Libya. What is so
special about Libya that attaches us to it, what is so magical about that
empty sandy, hot, rough land that captures our soles the day we start
realizing our surroundings. The love of ones country is an innate feature
of our souls that is built in. A lot of people would die for their countries
without really making sure where are they going to end up after they die,
they JUST DO IT. We as believers in divine fate, we tend to calculate our
destiny before it happens. We might say what if I die fighting in the cause?
Would I go to hell or heaven? Silly us sometimes, we know deep inside that
we have no control over that but we do it anyways!!!!!!!!
I still remember my father about twenty years ago when he used to release a
big sigh and say (aaaaaaaaaaaaaah Iddammrat liblaad) the "country is
ruined" whenever he sees some practices of government officials neither he
nor anyone else approves of. My father never went to schools and never got
any degrees, but deep inside he loved our country more that Romeo loved
Julliet if you ask me.