Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Letters of his name

Khalid Ibn Al Waleed- one of the most couragous soldiers of islam -
K- The kavass of your god, he knew he needed you,
So he en-linked you to him strongly, making you such an important fragment of his message admiringly.


H- I hallowed you more and more everyday,
Exalted you because of everything that you did.
Soon, I couldn’t keep it enshrouded within me any longer,
Wanted to tell everyone how I valorised you.

A- How I wanted your work to be put abask,
but maybe too ensphered in my love for you,
I never once came to the realisation that people could abhor you.

L- They put your history in Labefaction, but
I tried my best to exculpate you from what they were saying.

I- How could they say you were ignoble?
When you were privileged enough to be called ‘Seef allahi almaslool’.

D- I Imagined how in daylight the sun dancing in your eyes,
You rode your horse galloping with a deafening sound of courage,
Fighting against those trying to damnify your religion.


I- How amongst your friends and family you must have walked illustrious,
But your strength you never used to abject them,
Your gift of power only preserved to aggrandise what you believed in,
The one god you knelt to everyday.

B- ‘Bismallah’ came out of your lips before everything you betook ,
And how especially before battle those two words gave you acuity,
Shielded you, you could never get embrangled.

N- No-one thought you were nefarious.
All they had in mind was that they needed you,
You became their necessity.
Nervousness would enter them if they felt you weren’t around them.


A-You were amiable and amicable to all,
Allocating for them the time and effort so you could help them,
And doing your best to alleviate them.

L-With your purity and astounding deeds you were luminiferous.


W- Only war-like in war,
You plunged onto the scene, grasping your weapon ,
enclasping that sword, its metal unidentifiable from you .

A- But leaving the Alecdama , you changed into a warm ,inviting man,
Benevolence abounding from your full heart.

L- Light of angels as you slept shone brightly on you,
But with vigilance so as not to wake you .

E- Your equanimity made your character glow,
Something you would find rarely .

E- Why would anyone want to embitter you ? Turn people’s views on you acescent?

D- I don’t know Dear Khalid,
the dignified ,devoted man.
I doubt I will ever one day feel the presence of someone who has a similarity in the smallest thing that embellished you but all I can do is dream and pray.

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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' -