Saturday, January 24, 2015

M&A 17_ The start is in the past...

And then prayer saved the day, because God listened as usual and was kind to just dissolve the anger and the confusion... over coffeee
I felt surreal with love... explanation and understanding  and the coffeee was great
sweetness, kindness and lack of pain hearts melted into each other and souls agreed
and for the first time in M & A history I felt like a real couple - only needing each other to pull through
And then came night and the stars twinkled and this time I didn't play solitaire on the computer but instead went to downtown Khartoum... extravagant madness and a colossal beauty in the delicate nightness of the end of a day ... in downtown Khartoum. I wanted to wish him well and health and I hoped to make conclude the image with style - 

we talked about dreams.... and I loved every one
we thought about travel...and I dreamt of every plane

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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' -