Saturday, November 19, 2011

Undisposable dreams 5 is the Question

 I  have an undisposable question, One that I will never throw away, One that I will never forget, it aches me to think about it for it is so beautiful, it is so rich, its got so many minerals I am saturated with density, with nourishment just breathing the surface -


He would genuinely love a woman with all his heart and soul?
Sacrifice his life for her?
He lives to just make her happy and her the same, to love her, support her, fulfil her and her the same.

 
 “I do not want a light relationship. I want an intense relationship. One that is at the core of my life, shapes the person that I am, and makes me whole.”
He says.
 
 
He's ready to love back more
 Devote his life  twicefold
 
 Will he love her for the sake of God, the truest, purest form of love that will last forever?
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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' -