In Libya they called him Mo. Mo means helper in the Sarahule language. There, he was tortured mercilessly. They hung him by his hands and cut his face, whilst they video called his mother, demanding money for his release. His torture was repeated many times, smashing his face with a Kalashnikov rifle, and causing him to lose sight in his eye. He was stabbed in the stomach and beaten over and over again.
His scars are very real.
In the beginning, he says that he was strong. They put cigarettes out on his chest, but he did not cry out in pain. Their punishment intensified and he was beaten mercilessly. They starved him, took his money and extorted money from his parents who sold their house so that he could survive. His mother sold her own house to pay the prison for his release. Then the people sold him. He was a slave. He was sold over and over again but still his light shines brightly.
He is a lighthouse.
In prison, his best friend died right next to him. He escaped and tried to cross to Europe. He was caught by the so-called Libyan Coast Guard (funded by the UK Government), returned and sold as a slave again. He tried again, taking his chances in the sea. Caught again, he was returned to prison and sold once more. Three times he was sold as a slave.
The next time he tried, he made it so far that he finally heard our speedboat approaching. He heard it slap through the waves as it got closer. He thought it was the Coast Guard and he felt like throwing himself in the sea. Then he heard a voice,
“You are safe now”.
He said that he knew then that it was not the Libyans, as they would never tell him that he was safe.
It was us.