Wednesday, March 14, 2012

30 sec left


am i winning or am i losing?
am i sore or am i in score
am i the same or have i changed
am i alright or am I............


not

is the result not the same

is the time waste not equal

are the emotions not still wrong

dont i feel angry just the same

am i not sad today like i was back a while

a inot still in the same place

botom point is

am  i not still in the same place?

3.21pm
it was 9 am a second ago

ltj, s, wuws

unlike those beautiful letters at the start of surahs the quran
myletters only mean rubbish
my letters only mean destruction
 my letters only mean pain

 let me ask you something

if you had 30 seconds left in your life
what would you do?


 woud.......spend it screaming please give me more time
or
crying ...please dont send me to hell


or

just shut up. silence


let me ask you somethng

if you had 30 seconds to live whatwould facebook mean to you?

everything?
nothing?
a useless something that becomes meaningless

if u had 30 seconds to live

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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' -