Amin Al Hashemi

Throughout my career, I have witnessed many tragic stories, engraved on my memory. But this specific story is stuck in my mind and has changed my life and beliefs.

I am Amin Al Hashemi, a journalist focusing on human rights.

My passion for journalism began at a young age, defying obstacles. Every story I document teaches me a new lesson and gets me closer to my goal which is to be the voice of the unheard.

In 2019, I worked on human rights and humanitarian journals in the health sector. My mission was to gather data on humanitarian violations, and I was the spokesperson for the Libyan health sector.

I won't forget that murky night when the war drew a picture of pain and suffering as we heard of a missile falling on a residential area. We rushed to the spot, the house of Mr. Khaled Al-Duwaibi precisely, in the city of Tripoli. The room of his daughters Jumana and Rawan had been hit. They were not more than ten years old. The girls were severely injured and rushed to the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, I found them lying lifeless on stretchers. They looked like angels, whose souls were snatched, leaving a void in their parents' lives.

At the peak of trauma, I met their grandfather, who had come looking for them. It was my duty to inform the loved ones of the casualties! I had no choice but to tell him that Jumana and Rawan had died.

The story has vanished from news and social media platforms over time, and many have forgotten about it. But it has not left my memory, a mind filled with stories of agony.

These stories to me weren't just news told and folded, but rather a strong motivation to defend the truth and work tirelessly to reveal it since justice can't be effaced. I hope one day Libya becomes a country of law and institutions, and peace prevails throughout our beloved country.