Friday, February 27, 2009


Diva let it be
You are the flower on a flowering tree
After the winter, the hardships and the pain
And all the energy that grew in the rain
Diva let it be
The bloom of power in your heart
Where faith can open into the sunshine’s devour
Let it all shine
Petals divine

Each one, Colourful as the joy of silken cells, enveloping an escapade of newborn growth into beauty and honesty, letting the particles of development wet natures time, a collection of a soul’s management to trying, trying hard, forgiving and forgetting but never giving up
Diva let it be
The enclosure of your personality to the outside world should be a miraculous expenditure where blowing emotions sway the breeze of awakenings deep into the tenant of your navy sky, whisking your dreams away, but never taking them astray, from the eyesight of the mother tree –
Diva let it be
Gods words on thee
Gods Love on me
Gods help I plea
To be the Diva that I must be.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Graffiti Substance..(Islam's got it goin on), POW

POW - Skeleton Love

This is thoughtful, waiting for the right man to come can be a never ending catastrophe, maybe us women should search for LIFE,
Independance, Career, Beauty, Confidence, Happiness, and then if we want Love it should be Loving ourselves - So it would never have to come to... THIS.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Black, Blue, Silk & Lace.

Now this is a Beautiful Dress. I would buy this dress... If I could. It's Elegant, it's Attractive, Sensual, Romantic, Conservative, Perfect

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Khartoum Heartbreak 5


Thanks dear! lol I thought about that and he is definitely not hurting me in terms of me loving him -but I suppose in a weird way it hurts to think how I thought of him when we first met - I mean I REALLY liked him - loved him - and I dont know will u understand cuz u hate sudanese guys!! but I thought he was perfect - like we would get married and he would know all about my life and ways cuz he lived like me and vica versa and I dreamt and dreamt that it wud be perfect - Now I know I sound like I'm not over him but I AM

I suppose I'm not over the dream- Of finding that perfect guy! In a way everytime I think of him I remember I lost the dream - and then I suppose I know it sounds weird again - but sometimes I feel in my heart that if he was different- in the way he thought and lived and who he was - then he would have been able to love me back - does that make sense? probably not - like I just feel that if he thought differently - if he had a different personality and dreams I feel I would have fitted in the picture - I know I'm trusting myself a bit much here - but u dont kno - that summer - it was --- Oh I dont know! what am I saying seriously though... I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM anymore - Don't be smirking at me when u read this!!! OR I WILL KILL U LOl!!!!

Laura Ashley Butterfly set

The Prettiest I've seen - This tumbler glass set and jug etched in butterfly and flower print is nothing short of a hot summers day with lime sugared juice scented with mint - the sound of ice cubes swirling.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

lost out of control

Thought one day that I was lost with dreams, passion, desire and faith -all in the best of ways, but I was in control wrapped delicately amidst reality, personality and me.
Lost under control

Now I am convinced that I am no longer lost under control, but rather lost very much out of control within the obscurities of my host fantasies and imaginations, that I am not in control of my wants and wishes and certainly my temptations. I am lost in the realm of loss and out of control in myself.
Lost out of control.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Diva in me

The Diva in me
Wants to be Set Free

The Diva in me
Is of the highest degree

Reaching so high up in the sky
And flying high

Diva soar true
And Become You

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Perfume Unique 2

This To me is ROMANCE, Its scent is delicate and intimate. I always think of Paris and a Night Time Sky when I smell Cinema by YVES SAINT LAURENT. Romantic in anything you want to be... Business...Love... Personality...
But I also feel that this perfume is CRAFTED for you a woman to be........
Elegant and Distinct.

مسطول_ The Crazy.

ALMASTOOL is a funny name in Sudanese Jokes for someone who is crazy, funny crazy in the way they speak and think.

مسطول جابوليهو بنت قالوا: 'حتسميها منو؟'قال: 'هبة على عمتي علوية

A Crazy man has a baby daughter they ask him, What you going to name her, he says, Hiba after my aunt Alawiyah

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Dear Mr. Devil

Dear Mr. Devil,
Thank you for destroying me and breaking my heart
Thank you for taking my dreams away
Thank you for helping me lose my grace and innocence
Thank you for making me hate life
Thank you for changing me into a horrible person
Thank you for making me forget God
Thank you for making it hard to breathe
Thank you for bringing me pain and loss
Thank you for challenging me and helping me prove that I can fail
Thank you for sending me to this gruesome jail
Thank you for controlling me and holding me hostage
Thank you for giving me sadness and madness
Thank you for crossing out HOPE

Yours sincerely,A changed terrible woman

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Sitana Maryam Al-Muqadasa_ The most beautiful song

This is the beginning of the Iranian series of 12 episodes depicting Sitana Maryam's Life. The series is amazing, So well created and strong, yet sharp, focused and attracting. The actors were very good. I hope You have a chance to see it.
The song has the most beautiful words and tune.

' You have become a Lady to all women on Earth'

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' -