Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Love Ramadan, Love You


This is all I ever wanted, this life, this independance, this home, these criteria

I thank you for making me, helping me, showing me, creating me , creating this reality
living in the accommodation of your superiority - in life's living - I live for you

I could not ask for anymore

but for your mercy on me, for your forgiveness on my heart -

I plead your modernity, your love, your sanctuary, your tests
I pray I pass them - and I f I don't - that you may give me the chance to repeat, to continue, to be forgiven,

I thank you for the time - the moments, the day, today

for the first time, this time, now , before and after

you are my Life, my after life you are my God

I love you, for granting me these propositions

offering me this place, these people, this work, this family, these concentration of dreams

I thank you

I don't want to ever stop thanking you

you are my dream - to fulfill a life living for you

I thank you for Ramadan

the modern gift

the beautiful gift

I am sorry for all my sins

I have sinned - now before after - days, nights, wrong moments

I beg you make me strong - I beg you forgive me - I beg you forgive

I beg you make me live --- To commit to Ramadans intentions

living next year with the flowering cycles of religious serenity

and body tranquility- mind in heart and heart in mind for you

I beg you make me live for you

Read for you

Think for you

Work for you

Love for you

Grow for you

Be beautiful for you



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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' -