The Journey to The Land of Opportunities (Part I)
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As a little girl, I loved bedtime stories with all the fantascies and lessons I get to learn by the end of every story. I, especially, enjoyed those my aunt told whenever we get to sleep over at my grandparents’ house. But, there is this one story that was stuck in my head for so long which was about how my grandfather came all the way from our hometown in the western mountain of Libya to the capital, Tripoli, where he started off his business from scratch and became one of Tripoli's great businessmen. It took me over 18 years to finally hear the detailed story from my grandfather himself.
My grandfather, Al-Hadi Elosta, decided to come to Tripoli in 1954. He was a 14-year-old boy from a little town in the western mountain called Al-Qalaa (It means castle in English) which Tamazight is its native language. It is about 120km away from Tripoli. One day, my grandfather was staying with one of his relatives at his grocery store downtown. Suddenly, he told his relative who was called Uncle Nakou that he is going to Tripoli.
The old man responded to my grandfather's wish with a mere rejection and surprise of his decision but my grandfather insisted and he stood up and simply left. First, he took the first road which is called Abu-Shusha and he kept walking down this road and reached a place where farmers harvest crops but apparently no one was there and my grandfather got a little scared because he was alone in that area. After a while, an old woman showed up and she was walking near my grandfather so he felt safe again until he reached the main road.
It was before noon and there were no cars on the main road when he arrived. My grandfather decided to wait for his older brother Mohamed until he gets the car that was going to Tripoli because his brother used to work in Tripoli so he goes back and forth every few weeks. He knew that his brother will pass by and find him. Throughout the journey, he got thirsty and decided to walk to the nearest well around. He drank water from the well and got back to where he was supposed to wait. He sat under a tree out of exhaustion that without even realizing, he fell asleep and woke up the next morning. Surprisingly, he realized that he missed out the car that was supposed to take him to his next stop.
What do you think happened next? Did he catch up on his brother or he got lost? Did he make it to Tripoli or went back to Al-Qalaa? Don't hesitate and share your thoughts. Stay tuned for part II of the story. Thank you for reading.