Vanessa’s Story: A journey through hell
“She said I should be ready to move soon. I asked her how come things had been arranged so quickly. She said, well, her sister had arranged it all. I took my baby along. I left the other two with my mother.”
“They busted [into] the house after my baby had died. They snatched the baby from my hands. They pushed us hurriedly into a pickup truck. They said we had to move fast because when the other group would enter the house, we would all be killed.
To this day I don’t know what they did with my baby. I don’t know where the body is now. I don’t know if they threw it away. The baby died in my arms.”
“I didn’t have a choice because in Libya, everyone carries their own cross. That was how we lived in Libya. You can’t get anyone to help you unless you offer your body, or you have money to pay them.”