Sunday, July 22, 2012

Day 3

Day 3 is not a good day
ive slept
ive dreamt
ive lost my plot of goodness
TAQWA
lost
its not ok just to do what you wnat hope
everything has a price
sometimes you dont even know the price it may be very very expensive 
ive become someone else
i can say right now when the day has not yet been completed that i am unhappy
can i conquer?
will say later
can i make my soul combat the fight and win ?
will say leter
can i keep this day on my days of wellbeing and strong Ramadan
wiill
say
later


LATER
 I think on the merges of DAY 4 I deserve to be better stronger wiser calmer more beautiful
I deserve to win
and all this negativity muust go
Dear GOD
i ask  you today and everyday to forgive me to love me help me and change me for the better
please do not let me give up or fail
please do not let me be alone in this fight
I ask you to help me in every step i do and carry out
i ask you to help me Ya Rab and lt me be some one you canbe proud of
not just


anyone
ya rab i want to be someone
more than anyone

Ya Rab let me mean something for this beautiful faith
let my name mean something good and let me do good for others
Ya RAb
i ask you to help me
repeated and repaeated i ask you to help 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' -