Friday, June 26, 2015

Ramadan Day 9... fire burns..dont become this

but youre a cold blooded woman kind to the core
ice smooth and so chilled that you are heat resistant
dont let time burn you
or words melt you
or ideas flame you
or fears turn you into ash

dont ever lose that feeling...
that I am hope filled with hope walking into mahon with the same feeling as going to omdurman driving your life the way you want it to go living every little part of it enjoying the tantalising taste of health and wealth and savings and fun and life
dont let this Ramadan pass you by without being different renewed in love with yourself because you are important and you are in need of your love

.... dont forget the kindness and courage and dreams and positivity and hopefulness and usage of life to its full

kind regards

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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' -