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The Sweet Farm

Primarily, we thought the heavy rains, which had fallen on our farm early autumn would turn our neighborhood into colorful gardens. As children we were waiting for blossoming flowers and bursting roses. This wait ensued every morning as we were innocently singing with birds minutes prior to the sun rise. We abruptly discovered that spring is not marked as a season on our calendars. The rosy dreams evaporated owing to the heat of the unexpected summer that had struck our surrounds in mid-December. Leaves, walls, pathways and all things in and around our beautiful farm were tainted in red. Our cattle perished and decomposed. Forget not the breakfast, lunch and dinner, which were all served as a combined meal of starvation and thirst. An evil spirit snatched dairy product from our small hands and dumps it to the fat rats. Our past, present and future generations are all crushed or shackled in dungeon. We can hear the sound of cracking bones and the smell of burning flesh. Do you hear what I hear? Do you smell with me? The bones and flesh are for my brother, friend, neighbor and fellow citizen.

Our pain is excruciating and our wounds are profound. These agony and suffering have not been inflicted on us by the evil spirit or the fat rats. On the contrary, they have boosted the love for our farm and the surroundings. Our anguish was imposed by some of those who were among us at one point and blindly pushing toward raising a white flag or throwing the same color towel. It is easy to confine oneself to a comfort chair at a top of an ivory tower and theoretically speak about a non existed reform while the crushing machine is at its full spin in our village. Avoiding cultivation in the sea and selling the wind to the sailing boats necessitate on us to identify the person with whom we have the problem. Simply, he is the evil spirit who carries the keys. As brother Abdul-Razag Al-Mansuri stated one time “we will wait for the landlord who carries the keys".

Viva Our sweet farm, viva our sweet Libya

Abu-Ahmad
The United States


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