"One night in the early nineteen-eighties, Colonel Muammar Qaddafi had a terrible nightmare: he walks into a barbershop, sits down in the padded chair, and closes his eyes. Suddenly, he feels the razor blade prick one side of his cleanly shaven neck. It is driven in deeper, then dragged all the way across. He woke up in a fright, convinced that the man who would someday assassinate him will be a barber. Or, at least, that was the story that went around to explain why, the following day, “the Leader” is said to have issued one of his more idiosyncratic decrees: that barbershops in Libya close. For days, no one could get a haircut."
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— Libyan Novelist Recounts His Father’s Abduction (via harunwasagoon)
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