I once had a sister , her name was Eman. she was 6 or 7 when she died as she had some health problems.I was maybe 10, I can't remember I was a child i don't really remember her either - in fact I never really think about her or feel taht Ihad a sister
As I write these words A feeling I never felt in my life comes upon me
I have a sister.....
I am not really an only child - it's all a fallacy
I am not alone
I have a sister
her name was Eman
I would have been older than her by a couple of years
But I wonder if she was here would all my problems be minimal
We would help each other lose weight
we would look after our parents
take advice on them
we would have opinions
who knows she would save me and I would save her
...................To my dear sister eman
I was young when you were alive. I was stupid and a child. I never knew how to love you and I think I was scared of you. In summary, I didn't know you - It's why today , now I feel like an only child - I dont know why I never thought of you before
I don't know - I asked god to help me today - I just feel so alone sometimes like I am unlovable (parents dont' count)
I feel unlovable sometimes , escpecially when I see all those movies - the minute the movie ends I feel I am sucked into big black hole and I want to rewind the movie all over again
God - I fee ashamed I thnk like that - I feel embarrased I do this to myself
I have such a good life -but I abuse it
Dear sister - I suddenly am thinking about you
how you would have looked
how old you would have been
how we would be
would we think alike
would we help each other out
I don't know why I have this gut feeling if you were here - I would be thin
Dear sister
I'm sorry I've never thought of you before
I dont know - I really dont know
I feel...wicked
I have so many emotions I have no control over
I wish you were here to talk to you about them
Dear sister
God left me to live and took you
he chose you to go to heaven for sure
I am still in question
I am living this life
with so many mistakes
I wish I had you to tell me to lose weight or to tell me not to worry about our parents
or to tell me I am your older sister
Me , A sister!
You suddenly came into my mind!
I really don't know why!
maybe its for healing purposes
I suddenly feel I want you more than anything
I dont want to think of love Suddenly
Suddenly I just want to see my sister
Suddenly I ask what you would look like
What I would like.......
Suddenly
God opens a gate between us
I don't know
I just felt you
I felt you........
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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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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