Friday, March 18, 2011

I try and picture



I try and picture the scene of True Islam

where people do not mess their plan

fulfilling the tales of what we used to hear

of honour and justice that have dissappeared


green luscious destiny scripted in the bounty of life

we forget the image of the truth, conquest beyond trouble

advancing in strength of history

bravery quests magic angels courage

the times when swords battled armor of dark

and the times when deserts were oceans

and oceans were never apart in faith

for Islam was the truth

and God was the reason

for communication

of word to be spead and Quran to be read


and spun were the soldiers of religious entity

their definition blazing to me through time

they were the meaning of true islam

no lies

just rebellion to never succumb to earth

for their minds were great and powerful


their message strong and wonderful


God is great, We live to say that


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I expand with breathlessness and pain at the advance failure I've become
I wonder a thousand years ago could I have been more beautiful than a modern coward
I wonder a million years ago could I have been a queen of my time
for now I have evolutionised into a small cell of fat
fat of waste globulated with remorse
never able to wake up in the morning when my ancestors did
never able to read Quran in the dawn when my beautiful queen ancestors did
they shone the earth through their love for God
they never missed

I have been goaled on so many times the winner has lost count
100. 200. 300 breaks in love
the cycle is lost between them and I


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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' -