Sunday, November 4, 2007

The Translator - Leila abouleila

I love how this book is written, the descriptions, story line and the charachters.
Of course what draws me some more to it is the link with Khartoum.
The leading charachter 'Sammar' comes from Khartoum and the story involves us to her love for Sudan, her descriptions of the Nile and her feeling of strangeness when she is abroad. she offers an amazing insight of how one feels when they are away from home; something that I can relate to.
Islam revolves around this book and I admire how the author makes it lovable and employs simplicity to the religion leaving me with a gratitude that I am a muslim and a hope that people may think of Islam the same way as Sammar and Rae (the main charachters) do.
I have a new beauty towards Islam after reading this book, more love for my country Sudan and a new meaning for Love.
One of the best things I could take from this book is the beautiful connection that Love can grant us. I read about love all the time, see it, hear it but it's always in the normal predicatable way to me no matter how many times it's romantic or special. But in this book I was taken aback at what true love can really mean and the lengths that it will allow people to take.
I think from now on whenever I think or dream of love I will have this book in mind.

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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' -