Link to the article: Mohammad Azeemullah
Pregnancy is the most painful experience a woman goes through in her life. She is not able to walk freely, eat freely and work freely. Every fraction of the moment she is reminded of the responsibility she has about a life in her womb and she continues to sacrifice her pleasure for the sake of a new future.
The distressing moments become more unbearable when a woman is at the last days of her raging experience. The heartbeats begin to intensify. She is not able to breathe at ease and so on.
The visit of Sadia to the college in the condition of her last phase of pregnancy was a startling sight for many. She looked exhausted. Her face seemed completely dry and the eyes were without shine.
She stepped into the language laboratory of the department of English in the College of Education at Zliten in Libya. She had to attend her lecture.
She sat for a few minutes looking at things around her, put her head down on the table and began to relax. Possibly she was not able to bear the exertion of her visit to college. The corridor in the college was noisy as is generally the case on the campus with students greeting one other and talking about academic activities.
Teachers made occasional appearance after they moved in and out of the lecture theatre as time passed by, and the day looked pretty settled for an ideal college meeting.
Sadia too got busy with her academic assignments and began to turn the pages of the book searching relevant information to complete her research project for the on-going academic degree of Bachelor of Education.
Suddenly there was a big bang…deafening sound the impact of which shook the whole of the building. The windows that were half opened, closed automatically and the glasses broke. The students sprang up from their seats.
Some of them could have cried but there was nobody to wipe tears from their eyes. Some of them could have wailed but there was no one to comfort them.
They remained restless, but after a while they kept busy in their work negating all the traces of whatever threat coming to them in the form of unpredictable thundering sound.
I looked out of the window to find out the cause of the unexpected development. Soon it was verified. The NATO (National Atlantic Treaty Organisation) had just dropped bombs nearby at a distance of one kilometre.
NATO had been bombing Libya for months. Recently it had intensified its campaign. It had hit every nook and corner of the country. It was destroying infrastructure selectively.
That week had witnessed NATO bombing targets near Misurata. It had damaged palm fields, had ruined houses and had shaken the walls of schools and colleges to the depth of their foundations. That had greatly affected the normal routine of life.
As a result, many people from Dafniya were forced to leave lest NATO should consider the village as the command and control centre of the government forces ‘a face-saving phrase’ to the world by the international coalition to bring hell upon frightened people.
The fact on the ground was that the general public felt more threatened when the thundering warplanes of NATO roared the tranquility of the sky over Libya every minute. They feared their daughters and sons in the schools, colleges and in the fields might not be the victims of the faulty targets by fierce bomb campaign. Their survival solely depended upon their chance.
The threat to life to common people was both from within and out…from Gaddafi brigades as well as from NATO.
To most of the Libyans, it was like the best of times as revolutions envisioned a future, it was the worst of times as war was prolonging, it was the period of awakening, it was the period of irrationality, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
Despite everything, a girl like Sadia continued to visit the college…thousands of boys and girls continued to disregard the imminent threat of bombing every moment without arms and ammunition.
Her presence in the lecture theatre defined her unwavering spirit, unshakable determination and spoke volumes of questions about the logic of war of which casualties were normally innocent men and women.
Her endurance represented the will of the Libyan people to keep life moving, her resolution symbolised the courage of the common women to carry on untiringly and her commitment reflected the dream of Libya as an evolving nation.
The bombing threats had failed miserably to thwart the spirit of Libya… the spirit of a girl like Sadia from weaving a dream for prosperity and dignity.