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Mother, daughter found dead in desert buried in Tripoli
A mother and her daughter found dead in the desert have been buried.
Refugees in Libya said Fati and Marie were buried in Tripoli by the Libyan authorities in a Muslim cemetery based on the information she had on her government issued ID which was issued by the
@LibyaRC. Two months ago and little did Fati know that she would buried by the same Libyan Red Crescent. Below is a recommended piece for reading, a poem written by
“In lands afar, a tale unfolds, Of Fati’s journey, brave and bold. Born in Ivory Coast, an orphaned soul, Seeking a life where dreams could unfold. To Libya she ventured, in 2016, Hoping for a future, a life serene. Crossing the Mediterranean’s treacherous tide, Five times she tried, with hope as her guide but in vain. Love found her there, amidst the trials, Pato, a companion who made her smile. Their love blossomed, their hearts entwined, And Marie, their daughter, brought joy undefined. To Tunisia they turned, seeking education’s light for their Marie, But met with racism, hate, and blight. Tunisian authorities, with hearts so cold, Expelled them to the desert, a story of thousands but untold. In the Sahara’s grasp, many lives were lost, Fati and Marie, at a tremendous cost. On the 19th of July, their spirits took flight, Leaving Pato alone, consumed by the night. Fati and Marie, their bodies were found, By Libyan border guards, on that sorrowful ground. To the mortuary they were taken away, Their final abode, where they now lay. But the Libyan authorities, their actions severe, Rushed them to the grave, without care or tear. Forgetting that Pato would search for his kin, They denied them dignity, a world full of sin. In Ivory Coast, Fati’s family showed little concern, Adding to her suffering and heartache’s churn. Rejected by kin, in life and in death, Fati endured solitude, with every breath. In Europe, a fundraiser, to aid Pato’s plight, But hindered by laws, keeping hope out of sight. A world that denies love and respect, Leaving Pato homeless, his spirit wrecked. Millions have heard their tale, yet few seem to care, In a world of hypocrisy, where compassion is rare. Though Fati and Marie rest in Libyan soil, Does Pato not deserve solidarity, love, and toil? Who can be held accountable for their tragic fate? Is it Tunisia, Europe, Ivory Coast’s weight or common peoples inability to fight injustice? Where can Pato find justice, a flicker of light, To heal his shattered heart, and make things right? The answers elude us, in this complex maze, But may we strive for change, in compassionate ways. May Fati and Marie’s story ignite a flame, To uplift the forgotten, and give them a name and a face”
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