Monday, October 1, 2007


Evaporating witness of serenity and deep feel
There is a shadow of misery that becomes a strong seal The vitality of debating has been malnourished severely
The strong experience of madness is revised continuously.

Care is poisoned by a predicament of jealousy and goodness is slashed by a serious asperity.
Faith; the power to survive invites a paradox in its ground, where its infinite beauty is exposed to ugly ill pounds.
Health is deprived for women and children who deserve the best
But the savage rest of others must slot in to infect.

Accidents fatalise into the path of our safety
Murder tumors itself as a corrosive entity

Imprisonment for the innocent is the new rule
The heat of our miserable actions must be forced to cool.

Bombs that are speedily detonating and we invest our eyes to witness the cries that are easily falling
Without a tissue to wipe any of the disasters rapidly occurring
Our good-will has escaped to some far-away training

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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' -