Spotlights from Libya

There is a thundering eloquence when reading the blog of
Nada Elfeituri, a civil society activist from Libya. Her ability to frame and re-frame the conflict in Libya as a citizen, capturing the menacing frustrations and diabolical politics that constantly undermine the very existence of a citizen.

She begins way back in 2013 to define a central concept:

“Double Shafra Culture
Double Shafra (arabic: دبل شفرة, translation: two cards) | (noun)

1. A cell-phone that can hold two sim cards

2. A Libyan with a second passports”

The dual identity , dual passport Libyans had a lot to do with the removal of ghadafi and subsequent failure of the state. This is not an easy conclusion, as Nada throughout the 4 years of her blogging career constantly reassessed the role of the GNC, in Libya, the role of the fanatics, now ISIS and the need for a unity government.

If words can transcend and summon their power into reality, at the end of her blog entry, a great dragon would be summoned and extinguish all her enemies.

The failure she is experiencing, the crisis she is witnessing is only the tip of the iceberg, she is just one voice that lives in a modern Cassandra paradox, where she is well aware of truth, but nobody can lift a finger.

“It would be easier to just post headlines from 2011 to now, so you can get a sense of just how far we’ve sunk into the Failed State category. They follow the general pattern of; “Revolution a Success!” “Goodbye Gadhafi!” “Uh Oh, Trouble in Paradise” “Something’s Rotten in the State of Libya” “Extremists Extinguish the Spark of the Revolution” “Oh Crap What the Hell is Happening in Libya”. One headline is literally “The Revolution that Ate its Children”.

And

“Life was not good under Gadhafi. But at least there weren’t street wars. At least the airport was open and you could get your passport renewed for if (or when) you wanted to escape. Now it’s not even easy to escape because no one wants war-affected Libyans on their doorsteps.”

And ends

“Frankly, I’m fed up and tired. Not fed up like ‘uhh, this sucks’. No, fed up as in ‘can the earth swallow me whole so I don’t have to live through this anymore’. If I had stayed home and kept quiet instead of protesting those far-away days ago, things would be the exact same. But I wouldn’t feel this heavy weight on my conscious like I share in the responsibility for the misery that’s enveloped us. I’m sad for the average Libyan, I’m angry at the politicians and I’m terrified of the future.”

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