Saturday, November 17, 2007


They can take tomorrow and the plans we made

They can take our future and the stories we laid

They can take dampened whispers that we will never hear

They can take the safety that left us with no fear

They can take the strength we thought we could show

They can take the places we said we would go

They can take the nights we promised to keep

They can take the sun and leave darkness creep

They can take the dreams we were meant to share

They can take the love that was in our care

They can take the risks we said we would chance

They can take the moments we said we would dance

They can take the hope that grew in our heart

They can take the beginning, they can take the start

They can take us together and leave us apart

But they can’t take the memories I once saw real
They can't take the touch I always used to feel
They can't take the image of you in my mind
They can't take the soldier that was you, so soft and kind

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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' -