Wednesday, December 15, 2010

so hard to wake up in the mornin

A few days left until the New Year
I want to exctinct my fear
I want to forget tears
I am sad because I dont do what I want
I dont achieve what I desire
I dont listen to who I am
I dont do anything to make myself happy
and so getting up in the morning becomes a nightmare
I am never strong enough
I am never quick enough

later in the grades of faith
I will be so low
I will be so low
and my beauty will be rotten
there will come a time when my beauty will be irreversible
I wont be able to fix it
I wont be able to have it
and the more alienated I am from myself and body
the more alienated I Will be from God
and vica versa
the more further I am from faith
the more further I am from what I am inside

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Your blog is like my thoughts well articulated! Too many of your posts hit home, it's like reading my inner struggle, emotions and all.
I hope that one day I'll be able to convey them as images and words in at least half the capacity that you are able to do.
May Allah grant you inner peace, happiness and prosperity always. And may He strengthen your passions in this Duniya and the Hereafter, because trust me when I say this, we need more people like you.

Thank you for sharing! I need to come on here more often and go through your posts. From one Sudanese Truth Seeker to another, much love your way.

Salam.

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' -