Thursday, July 26, 2012

Early Day 7

I wonddabout staying up at this time
its strange moments go strange at 1.19 in the morning
I feel these minutes are the boders of the new day and yet it is not really here
so what shuld i do i nthe merging of times?
prayfaithful thinking
and not wishful thinking
belive
change

1.20 am
I watch the haram and all the people circling around
praying to be forgiven to be new to be strong to be happy to be healthy to be wonderful to be smart to be in heaven to get away from hell
i love ot watch them and I feeli am a part of thm even thuoghi am so far away
each one with a story the young te old the rich the poor from all over the world all over
i love to watch thm and think all thosepeople all those placestoone area onespace in thecentre of the earth they meet htey join they love
all the same faith all the same love of GOd if they have reached beyond the perimeters of this sacred beauty
I fee cloe o each one of them and yet sofar

i think abuot my prayers and what i wsh upon lfe to happen to me and what iwsh upon me later
in those times tat are scary to me and i feel afraid of

ish uold turn with them
Ya RAB let me go there one day
s i can pray ith them change with them be closer like them
Early Day 7
i lost the plot day 4,5, or was it Day 5,6, ? or was it 4 4 and 6? ive lost the plt i promised myself this ramadan wouldbe energetic woul be peaceful yet powerfully strong
would be adamant to change
and i
 am geting weak

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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' -