Hi, my name's Anwaar, you can call me Nora like most people do. I just turned 22 a few months ago and I need your help getting my family back on its feet.
I live in a little messy country called Libya, it's in northern African and since the overthrow of its former regime in 2011, it's been one mess after the other. The majority of the population is impoverished and living within the very small means set by the current government(s) in place.
When the revolution took place about seven years, my family was living very well, we weren't rich or anything but we were content. My dad worked two good jobs and my mum was comfortable in hers as well, we had no complaints really. Now if I'm being honest here, my dad wasn't just responsible for us, his own father had passed when he was around 13 and ever since then he'd been the breadwinner of a very small house with a lot of children, by his many siblings he's considered a father figure, even now, with his own children, he's still the one taking care of them should they need it. (And they need it, a lot. )
Anyways, when the revolution erupted, I was glad for it. Our so called commander in charge wasn't a very good man. What 14-year-old brain didn't consider was that my father was a very outspoken person about his dislike for the previous government. I mean his friends and coworkers and everyone knew that he hated the current commander. He's even been jailed a couple of times for going on public record with his abhorrence towards the government's decisions and deceit.
When it was made public that there were huge rewards for people who turned in those who are working or have worked against the sitting government, dad knew we were in trouble. He got word from a friend that someone had sold him out to one of Gaddafi's officers. It was only a matter of time before they came knocking at our doors. These weren't the kind of people to interrogate or seek the truth, they were the shoot to kill kind, even if those in front of the machine guns were just a bunch of scared tweens and their parents. It didn't matter.
So we got out of the country, of course in doing so, we exhausted most of our savings, a fact I didn't fully comprehend at barely fourteen. I thought he was just being safe, I didn't take into consideration all the costs, from tickets, to rent to our extended family back home who he still managed to look after thousands of miles away. Of course if you watch even a sliver of news, you know that the Libyan revolution was considerably shorter than most as it ended the same year it began. Commencing of course, early celebrations of victory, not at all taking into consideration that this is a country that has not known a modern government...well ever.
Flash-forward to today, nearly eight whole years after the previously celebrated revolution and everything has gone to pretty much shit. Unlike neighboring countries such as Egypt, the concept of elections didn't go over very well in this demented hell hole. The costs of everything has skyrocketed 7 times over last time I checked. That's due to the total lack of domestic production courtesy of the previous government, everything from clothing to cars is imported and seeing as for about four years now, no bank within sight is trading in foreign currency everything is done through the black-market, meaning people in said market are in control of virtually everything. Turning the poor into the homeless, the middle class into the poor and you get the gist. Things that used to cost a quarter now cost 3 – 4 LYBs, and so forth, I tried to buy an apple the other day and the guy was like 'It's nine dinars' for a single fucking apple, I nearly chucked the thing at him. (Excuse the French, I'm pretty frustrated as you can tell.)
Now I know what you're thinking, 'why don't you just get out of there?' And you're right, that's an option, I'm in a war torn country and I'm eligible to apply for asylum in many different places but that's a different very long topic very politically charged topic to be covered another day hopefully in the near future. It's just not as simple as getting on a plane and never looking back, I wish it was but it's not how the real world works.
I wish the problems stopped at liquidity and endless lines at banks that only hand you 500LYB to survive on for five months. It's not, it's abductions in the middle of the street with everyone watching, it's power outages that last as long as five to seven days, it's losing water and not even affording drinkable one, it's not leaving the house because you're so scared. It's gathering with your family at the room furthest from all the windows and dodging bullets while praying no missiles land on our apartment buildings. It's losing track of the amount of classmates whose funerals you've been to, it's working three jobs, university and still not being able to help. It's my brother getting stopped at Gun point and our car getting stolen. It's the crippling helplessness that doesn't let me sleep at night. I'm all out of options. I need help. My family needs help.
For the sake of total transparency,
The money will be going into firstly buying the family a new car, not a brand new one but at least a car to get me and my mum to work now that both of the family cars have been stolen.
My dad's rather very expensive heart treatment. .
And the remaining will be for in house spending such as groceries, water and winter clothing now that cold weather is knocking at the door.
I would appreciate any help provided.
Side note, I didn't know which picture to provide so I went with the most recent event that happened. Which unfortunately was walking distance from my home. A suicide bombing in an Elections Commission building. (Like I said, they don't take kindly to elections and modern forms of governments)
PS. If you read through all of that, you're a champ, thank you.