Sunday, September 27, 2009

Going back, by going forwards


Finishing ramadan

I never want to forget

the remedies, the love, the embedding of peace

Finishing ramadan there is a part lost of good

places lost of good time
but times earned of healed promises

Finishing ramadan

I want to go back by going forwards - living everyday, like ramadan is looking

like the nights and mornings are still here

Finishing ramadan

I want to be here

living the passion of God

living the motivation to change

becoming the truth


but... now I have the chance to become

true, real, kind

I have the chance to show what I have l learnt

who i have created

from the practice

from the help

from the time given to change

given to wake

given to love

Finishing Ramadan

I love my life

I love remembering it like I am still here
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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' -