Voices

The Master once sold human beings; today he categorizes them. He congratulated himself for abolishing slavery and erected statues to commemorate his morality. He said, “All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights,” then he invented the visa, divided humanity into citizens, foreigners, refugees, economic migrants, undesirables, and deportation targets. The Master loves migration, not the migrant but the migration itself. He loves hands that harvest his frui

No one has ever shaken my hand without feeling broken borders inside my palm. No one has ever looked into my eyes without discovering an entire continent within them. Everything can be silenced except the memory of a human being who survived death more than once. Everything can be hidden except the shadows of destruction left upon the soul. Where can I hide you, dear Revolution? When you walk through my blood like an African fire burning outside history. Where ca

The Disappearing Law There are places in this world where law protects you like a second skin. It walks with you into offices, hospitals, airports, schools, police stations &c. &c. It makes people speak gently to you. It ensures that your name is recorded properly, that your body is not touched without your consent. But for others, law vanishes at the moment of arrival. It fades with the accent in your voice or more quickly the darker your skin appears. It is torn like paper

The cowardice play of words and finger-pointing in Italy is as described in this sketch. Meloni Says it was Nordio while he says it was a political decision. As for Piantedosi, Almasri was a social and national security danger and therefore he expelled him back to Libya. Almarsri like the boss of the Italian Government salute his minions and boards a state flight bound for Mitiga-his kingdom! What fault have I? Is it that I was born? That I sought to live where living was not

Njeem Osama Elmasry (Almasri) at the Iterpool center in Turin, Italy 19 Jan 2025 There are crimes so grave, so unforgivable, that they tear at the fabric of humanity itself. And there are betrayals so profound that they crush whatever fragile faith one might still hold onto in the structures of justice. The arrest of Osama Njeem Elmasri, the Libyan war criminal, mafia architect, and unrepentant slave master, could have been a moment of reckoning. A beginning of hope for his v

As the 4th anniversary of the eviction of our protest in Tripoli, Libya is approaching. I try to pen down what is in my throat and what I see in Europe so far. To the reader, I do not know what you will make out of this but I hope and I hope you will for once start to ask the right question. I am writing this from Europe, the land that has fought so hard to keep me out but cannot seem to do without me. I am here now, not because I want to be, but because this place has made