Friday, February 3, 2012

Work Writing 3_ 7 above half way and I pray...




Ya  Rab forgive me
you have only ever done kind for me
Ya Rab love me even though I am an unhappy girl although all you give me is happinness
Ya Rab always let me be by your side
Do not change me for the worse but always for the better
here I am today so happy about everything and small news is beating me
I try I try to pass this world of beauty that i always see in despair
Ya Rab I ask you to offer me chance
offer me chances
beautiful ones
that i never let go unnoticed
I pray you let another day come my way
that I am proud of myself
and that I am allowed to make others proud
Ya Rab
be by my side
and help me
do not abandon me
I need you by my side
I want fridays to always be
different
spiritual
energetic
calm
queit
peacefull
flowered with good news
Ya Rab
I am safe
I do not have to repeat difficult things and that is your choice for me
but it is always my choice to break free
from a devilschain
Ya Rab
I meet with my soul andheart in this chilly beautiful friday
and I say



lets try again
lets belive again
lets not fight anymore
lets look in each others eyes and find each others pain
that we did toone another
and lets heal it
lets start again
easily


Ya rab
I ask your help
I ask your help

Please help me always
Ya Rab

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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' -