Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Quran - i never want to let go ever again


When I read quran it changes my soul

when i read Quran - I no longer fall

when i read quran my heart becomes mine

when i read quran my life is just fine


When i see all the words my world makes sense

when I see all the words I am no longer tense

when i see all the words meanings become strong

when I see all the words I am someone


When I hear all the sounds my time is in tune

when i hear all the sounds I stop hearing doom
when I hear all the sounds I hear connection

when I hear all the sounds I feel suspension




into an imaginative delicacy of fine intricate heavenly detail, touching the hope of the intervention of something so real and universally applicated onto this worlds latched consequence - I am intentionally involved within the creations of prophets, and villages, peoples mistakes and takes and fakes and lakes of purity and delvings into hell - - I tense with the feeling of losing everything I own and am given - like precious paradise and rivers under houses and gardens of green silk treasures and beautiful people and gods love


its like the translation of what everyone wants and what everyone needs and what everyone desires -

i translate the readings of the beloved quran

flowering cycles of my life open true love

for i thought I knew love -

I thought i wanted love

i thought i knew everything

but flowering cycles of the quran show me

all i want is


to read beautifully

to read continously

to read willingly

to read with ability

to never let go

ever again

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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' -