God i have so many dreams
So many of them I can barely collect them
keep them
touch them even
I can see so many of them jump around me theyre so lively
so many of them fly theyre so alive
and all my baskets are full and I still dream
It feels like my life depends on my dreams
If I dont' dreamI get sad
God I hate being sad
and when I hear someone close to me sad
it makes me eve nsadder
My emotions are so raw
I just feel
or I just write
or I just worry
maybe this is my problem
I really a lot
I think of so much
just like my endless dreams
2010 i snearly over
there are just over 10 days left
I feel like the year has flown
gone quick gone bad
gone good
gone strange
gone enemy
gone my way
this year gave me the most important visit in my life
I went to mecca and medina
for the first time
I felt so close and like God had given me a gift
a really special one
But htis year I lost two of my uncles
sad times
very sad times
But this year I was a working woman for the first time i earned my own money and i guess even though i had my problems i still felt good about everything
I was held back by a lot of thigns but I am very couragous and proud of a lot of things Ive done
I guess I'm sieving the year through a good lens and a bad one
you can fid out news at any time
you can find out something that makes you cry and makes you sad at any time
your life can change in an instant
I spent the whole year affected by bad news
you cant stop bad news
you cant stop what god intends for us
I played around life attempting to be the stronger one
without God
I failed miserably
I spent days and hours crying
I spent days and weeks falling
ispent weeks and months far from God
I spent today reviewing what had all been ... time wasted
It doesnt make sense
wasting time
Life is precious
time is precious
Its not worth forgetting
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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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' -
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' -
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