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*Denouncing human trafficking is everyone's responsibility. Human trafficking is a heinous crime that must be stopped* . Faysal Adam Somo is from Ethiopia. He's 40 years old. He arrived in Al-Kufra city (Libya) on 1st of April 2025. Since his arrival in Al-Kufra he got caught by human traffickers....

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From the horror images, videos and messages we receive every day, today brings Aytenew Bishaw from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. His swollen stomach and emaciated body tells it all. The footage was sent by others who were lucky enough to be ransomed, their families forced to pay to stop their torture. But Bishaw was not one of them. He was a street orphan back in Addis Ababa, struggling to survive. He does not know his exact date of birth, but his friends estimate that he is between 17 and 19 years old. In May 2024, he and his friends were lured to Libya with false promises. The traffickers wasted no time. As soon as they arrived, they were locked inside a warehouse in Kufra, Southern Libya , with over 200 others, including Naima Jamal. There was almost nothing to eat or drink. Just enough to keep them from dying too quickly because in this business, a dead body brings no money. For traffickers, the ransom depends on who you are. If you have family, if you have friends, if there is someone out there who cares enough to pay, then you are beaten, filmed, and your suffering is turned into a tool for extortion. But Bishaw had no one. No family, no close friends who could be reached, no number to call. So they ignored him. They tossed him into a corner like an object that no longer held value. The result is what we see now, his body wasting away, his stomach swollen from disease and starvation. Even in his fragile condition, they do not let him go. He remains imprisoned, barely alive, filmed only to be a background shadow in the ransom videos of others. And we are left to report it, knowing the truth that his life is ending, that help is not coming, that he is one of so many who will not make it out. Libya denies that slavery exist in Libya, but the evidence is everywhere. It is in the warehouses where people are treated like property, in the cries of those being tortured for ransom. Europe, too, knows. It has always known it. The policies they enforce, the borders they fortify, all contribute to this. They have turned migration into a slow massacre, one that unfolds not in the open, but in places like Kufra, behind locked doors, under the hands of traffickers who know the world will look away always.

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This is Sudesii Awal, a 17-year-old boy from Oromo, Ethiopia, who has been held for months by human traffickers in Southern Libya for a hefty ransom. It all starts with the disappearance of your child, who is only 17. You begin to wonder what happened. Did he flee forced conscription to the capital, Addis Ababa? You are stuck in those thoughts; no phone call comes. You can’t report to the police because trusting them to make any effort is a waste of time. Weeks pass, perhaps a month. Then, in the middle of the night, a message arrives, a call goes unanswered, and the following day, an image and a video arrive from a number bearing the country code of Libya. You struggle to believe what you see: it is your son, stripped half-naked and being beaten. He is malnourished and probably won’t live long. He begs you, addressing you by name: “Pay them, release me from my pain, sell whatever; these people are going to kill me.” In the background of his pleas are continuous whips that land on his back; his knees bleed in the process. The human traffickers know all languages except for mercy and humane treatment. They care only for money. “Send money, $10,000, or else we will kill your son. You have one week to send the money, or else each day he loses a finger.” The phone goes silent. The next day, they send you horrific images and bank information to which you are requested to send the ransom. You have never seen an American dollar banknote bearing the face of Benjamin Franklin, the father of some evil? Your land, even if weighed against this foreign banknote, wouldn’t amount to $10,000 worth. You begin to contemplate what else can be done. You think of the police still not a chance. You think of the neighbors; they, too, have no resources that may amount to the demanded ransom. You email and call UN agencies in Libya, but no one answers. You are left with your nightmare and a son who loses a piece of his body every day as long as you do not meet the demands of the human traffickers. Forced by these circumstances, you appear on TikTok and other social platforms to ask for help, to collect coins in the hope of assembling the ransom. People in your community, though generous, can only give 50 cents each. Bit by bit, you are forced to exhibit your son’s suffering to the world by no relevant actor moves a toe to do their mandate.

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