Mansour Atte

Unjustly confined to a solitary cell, devoid of any specified charges, I had to adapt to the role of a prisoner, stripped of my identity and essence.

My name is Mansour Atte, a journalist and civil activist.

The conventional educational system never held my conviction. Hence, I abandoned the school's walls before reaching graduation, embracing self-education instead. Volunteering with The Red Crescent became my focus, refining skills and gaining experience, leading to the publication of my initial newspaper articles.

Post the February 2011 revolution, fueled by youthful fervor, I passionately advocated for spatial development in the Oil Crescent region. I championed human rights, striving to be the voice and pen of citizens. My voluntary efforts garnered recognition in Ajdabiya, bringing more responsibilities and sparking suspicions.

In June 2021, en route to work, I was intercepted, kidnapped, and detained. Initially enduring physical torment, I was later confined to a solitary cell, grappling with solitude and uncertainty. After five arduous months, I was transferred to a general prison, where news of my disappearance triggered a media frenzy, raising hopes for my survival. In April 2022, I stood before the Sheikh in disbelief, finally reuniting with my family.

Since my release, my determination and perseverance remain unshaken in the fight for human rights, still violated to this day. I persist in critiquing governmental missteps, scrutinizing politicians' actions, and advocating for fair elections. This is my duty as a journalist and my right as a human.