Monday, September 17, 2007

Your protection

Your protection is what I need,
What I strive for and what I greed,
What I ask for when I pray,
And hope you bless me with it everyday.

Protecting me with the islamic belief,
Is such a great and wonderful relief.
You've taken me from having no surrounding,
To a complete and beautifal understanding-
Of this world and the hereafter,
One which one day I must encounter.

The Islamic faith is of love and kindness,
A protection from ignorance and total blindness.
Your teachings emphasise no cruelty ,
And instead protect the care and loyalty.

You my god show so much mercy,
Such a protection from all this severity.
This world which is chaotic and mad,
I'm glad your protection is at hand.

When all places give us despair,
Your mosque is the place for us to repair.
And then when we feel we cannot go on,
We raise our hands for you to look upon.

Its really your protection that were asking,
From sadness, pain,hate and suffering.

Please God ,
Your protection is what I need ,
What I strive for and what I greed,
Answer my prayers from above,
So in this world I can manage to get along.

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -