Sunday, September 25, 2011

Sitoot Endings

Sitoot End
I hope God accept
even though I didn't come first
But i hope god prevents
my goodness from dying
and I hope God cleans
my slate clean like in Ramadan
and I hope God reminds me always
of the strength inside me and the love towards Life that I have
I hope God forgives me 
from sins in the past present future
I hope God saves me from rumours
one i make and ones I create
i hope God takes all my fears
and replaces them with patience
i hope God helps me succeed in all I do
 I hope God gives me what I dream
for if he gives it to me 
It can happen in the fastest of days
I hope God changes me for the better
I hope God changes me for my family and myself
to do well
I hope God shows me better
I hope God shows me better people
I hope God shows me the better in me

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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' -