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The Color of Destiny: Hassan’s Red Shirt
Libya, 2021. After a year of imprisonment, violence, abuse, and threats, a group of friends from Bangladesh was ready to leave for Europe. But freedom has a price not everyone can afford: Libya is a country emptied of its humanity. Rayan did not have the money demanded by the smugglers and, despite the violence he had suffered, had to stay behind, watching his friends go toward what was their dream of a better life.
Before boarding the boat, Hassan took off his red shirt and gave it to Rayan. A quick gesture, like a talisman to remind him not to give up, a promise that they would soon hug again in Europe.

Hassan said: “Keep it. It will bring you luck. I’ll see you on the other side, brother.”

A few days later, the sea turned to silence and death. Hassan and almost all of his companions died in the Mediterranean when their boat, carrying about seventy people, capsized. Only one person survived. Meanwhile, Rayan remained on the wrong shore — where the torture never stopped — with a broken heart and that red shirt in his hands: the only piece of Hassan that the sea could not take.

Today, this shirt is no longer just a piece of clothing. It is the weight of a broken promise, the symbol of those who stayed, and the silent scream of those who never made it. Rayan carried it with him to our Sportello Diritti at the SmallAxe collective of the Rete Vesuviana Solidale, donating it so the world could know that behind every number counted at sea there was a human being capable of love, and with the right to live.