my original home town.
one that i may not be able to visit as it may not exist anymore due to gaddafi forces bombarding it constantly.
its a city that is full of memories for my father, he has always had the wish that he would one day return and bring those memories back to life, but will this be possible, will he even recognise it if he was to return?
the name misrata has gone down in history as a city full of angels, a city full of hero's, a city that stood up to forces that appear much stronger but have yet to break misrata.
the people in misrata are fighting for freedom, for there rights that we here in the west take for granted, and they are rewarded by turkey ignoring there plights (occasionally sending a ship) and NATO turning a blind eye, and others claiming al-qaida exists in Libya!
freedom fighters makes up misrata, backgrounds made up of business men, teachers, doctors, nurses, mechanics, not soldiers, or agents or al-qaida.
how dare the world point the finger at a people who have always been peaceful even to a leader who tormented them for 42 years.
when they decided enough was enough they expected the world to stand by them, the west has always claimed they are pro-democracy and freedom, but when push comes to shove they are no advocate of democracy instead its a case of 'what benefits us more'.
misrata walahi you are not forgotten, we will fight for your plight, we will spread the word, and place pressure on those who have the ability to change your situation, but more than that we will pray for you misrata...