There was a time the utmost peacefulness of the night in Libya used to overwhelm us. The exceptionality of quietness allured us to slumber and the sleeping beauty of morning charmed us to nature. The night was that of soundless music and the day was that of muted air…the harmony of which used to keep us in good tune with everyday life and work.
Now the sound of gun fire hypnotized us to sleep…the apprehension of what might happen next moment led us to bed. The uncertainty ruled the darkness and unpredictability enveloped the day. Both optimism and pessimism in unison wrapped the daily concern of our living every fraction of second.
People in Libya had accepted the life as it is and there was no way out in sight. How long the improbability would remain was difficult to foretell.
However, that night the clamour of gun fire was louder than usual. The blare of car horns was heavier than normal. Commotion in the air was graver than common. A sense of imminent danger enveloped us.
We tried to call our friends to verify the situation on the ground but the network was busy. We stopped trying after a few moments.
We switched the light off and opened the window to look out to enquire. The blazing light of the lamppost had turned the street into full light of the day. However, there was no one to be seen.
The intensity of gun fire had multiplied. The chaos and confusion appeared to be the only legitimate feeling at that moment.
We were worried and confused about what might be happening. Our all effort failed to get to the truth. The predicament further deepened our apprehension.
The mobile rang, and in the darkness I received the call. ‘Do you hear the sound of a blast?’, was the question from my friend without caring to greet me first. ‘Yea! I hear but I doubt the purpose of this disorder.’
The Zliten post office is a hundred steps away from my house. The NATO bombing of post office as well as the College of Law was to destroy the command and control centre of Qaddafi regime.
The gun fire in the air was unstoppable. One of my neighbours from the Philippines knocked at my door to verify the happening outside. She was also going through the same experience of uncertainty as I was.
My wife ran to switch the television on to watch the local channel of Libyan Jamahriya. After she rolled a few channels, she saw live news from Zliten being telecast.
We came to know that the loyalists in general were out in the street to defy the air power of NATO and were firing heavily in the air to show solidarity with the government. The rest of the public was a silent spectator in fear and fright over imminent danger each second.
What scared the common people every night in Libya were the unpredictable nature of bombings and the possible eruption of fresh violence by the loyalists in crushing the rebellion.
In both cases of incidents, common men and women in Libya saw the reflection of their death every moment of their survival.
That was not the case before February 17, 2011 in Libya…the day the rebellion incited all violence and hostility; the day Libya was divided from within…for a better course of FUTURE and FREEDOM.
Undoubtedly, the social landscape of the country by then was completely changed. The antagonism and incessant gunfire for more than six months within the country made the peacefulness of the night more frightening and the sleeping beauty of morning more fearsome.
No longer, the soundless music of the night lulled us to sleep and the muted air of the day charmed us to live…till the Day…Libya witnessed its LIBERATION from the dark days of suppression and repression. Suddenly the rays of the sun with the hope of a new Libya emerged from the cloud of veiled dominance and gloomy subjugation.
Published online: The Tripoli Post
Categories: Democracy in Libya