Thursday, August 2, 2012

early waking

Like a soul has broken from its tiredness and been SENT to live
i am happy to be awake early
amidst the birds and morning dew
i love the peaceof a 5.55 window
the cool deepning my faith even more
i am alive with existence
 so far away from darkness
even though its faint whispers still linger in the background from....the past
isnt it/

c how fast the dark can go away
just like day
comes
and grows
and your heart takes a new episode of life

Ya Rab give me life that has meaning
and give me love
Ya Rab give me love
this year any year
start me on this trip of joy and hardship

for I understanfd it will be importatn to be patient
and it will be hard
but it will also be worthwhile
in bringing if just some of my dreams to the outside world
YA Rab
I as kyou this year to help me fulfill my dreams
Ya RAB

2 comments:

Noor said...

I love you lr blog... It flows... And sounds lik it's from the heart... I feel ur tone in ur writing and I def has the same kinda Ora around me.... I wanna put my self at ease and tell myself that everything will be fine... But deep inside I'm shaking... But we have to hold still and be strong and work to gain a better tomorrow...

Sudan Fairytale said...

thank you this is a lovely comment it flows with spelling mistakes tho!
I agree hold still, have faith and be strong

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' -