Sunday, July 18, 2010

Before Ramadan trust vanished

Trust is something so valuable - I have learned that the hard way
But the river of trust can only begin by it's first creator - God
If you do not trust God and his mysterious ways for you - or his challenges for you or his paths for you
then you cannot trust anything or anyone
Trusting god suddenly lifts tonnes of your shoulders
suddenly picks you up from falling
by trusting that god has everything written for you beautifully you are safe
and u can turn to yourself
you can look towards trusting yourself
for you know now that you are just a part of this written paper of things happening
i let go on paper today that I have forgotten how to trust god
trying to do everything
tryingto find everything
trying to fix everything
trying to think of everything
trying to forget me
i write on paper that I am sorry to myself for letting myself get so forgotten
right now I cannot even trust myself

But ramadan comes and ramadan will heal
I will change and trust will flow once 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' -