The other morning, just as I was about to leave for work, I found myself listening to a journalist reporting from Green Square, now Martyrs' Square, in Tripoli where people were gathering to celebrate their newly won freedom.
Amongst the many people there, he had found a woman holding up a picture of her son. As it turned out, her son had died in the fighting, and, what with a fairly insensitive line of questioning from the journalist, she began to break down and cry. The sound of one person sobbing under the general hubbub was truly saddening. It was a poignant reminder that even during the greatest of triumphs there will often be those who have had to suffer the most profound of losses.
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