A struggle ensued. Mohammed Nabbous grew frightened for the butterfly. Determined for the world to see its beauty, he lit a little flame.

A Tribute to the Work of Mohammed Nabbous

February 17th and a silent, insidious genocide crawled across Libya. Like a spider, it tried toensnare a beautiful butterfly as it struggled to push from its chrysalis. The butterfly, withdazzling colours of red, black and green, yearned to stretch its wings and fly above thedarkness. A struggle ensued. Mohammed Nabbous grew frightened for the butterfly. Determined for the world to see its beauty, he lit a little flame. With care and patience, theflame grew into a small fire. Single-handedly, he tended to it. -- continued