Saturday, September 24, 2011

Nas Khalti.....1


i have an aunt and her family who I love so dearly  - They are perfect in their life - their faith their strength as one their beauty kindness purity - yes this is it their purity - khalti reminds me of a past so precious - a present that needs her warmth and kind heart and a future that I fear without her - I wish I could learn from her be like her in all she does - her food / her style her home / her furniture / her patience/ her everything - and so I will write about them / create stories inspired by them anything to strengthen life in me once more

the warmth of their home an be felt countires away - in my heart I beg to go visit them each and everyday - their purity innocence - good deeds -
I smile all the way to them - the door opens they greet me with love good intentions genorosity everything is where it should be
their are angels in the house I can feel it all around me safety good things - happy things - I love sitting with them - being with them - eating with them - their food is breathtaking simplicity with complicated tradition they hold on to the key of life - their history their relatives who have gone but still their sayings imposed in nas khaltis actions - I try and imagine how to be like them - I love their design their kitchen - their way of talking thinking - their clothes their close calls with fate and sadness in the past but their ability to never give in - their undying faith maybe it is this that holds me - for I know I know they are stronger wiser better cleaner and hence happier than me - I love being with them miss being with them - want to copy them in everything - they are so elegant , passionate about good taste and good words - i love their children - oh how I can see my dream in  them for this is all I ever want - a happy strong beautiful home with beautiful family and children - yes...... I see my dreams in them - I see who  i want to be in them - I love everything they do  - I pray they will always be happy and give me all this joy faith and tranquility when I go to them think of them - nas khalti - the ones who are like a rare flower a rare commodity - a unique inspiration - a strong combination of how roots and future should combine of how love and family should be of how happiness comes - of how I am too stupid to see this in me............... Please ya Allah give me a second chance to be like nas Khalti.....

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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' -