Friday, September 27, 2013

ya Allah...we really need you

the streeets ar eempty but im already thinking abotu the flowers we would plant and the safety we would own
the truth we would have and the fire th at would never burn
the streets are empty but i can hear their voices and believe in their strength
all i gotta do is close my eyes and i can see their wealth

the streets are empty but i can see when there isnt enough space
and fear runs through corridors
and betrayal has no space to line up
the streets are empty but somewhere i can see the light ages and not the dark ages
i can see the shine and not the ugliness
i can see the truth and not the broken promises
the streets are empty but i can see that God will prvail
and honesty will become one with the land
there is no such thing as being too powerful
no such thing as being impossible
no such thing as being ....too strong
all we gotta do is lift up our hands and pray...

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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' -