Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Hello year ....

Hello new year
new things
new promises
new ideas
new motivation
even new existence
new hardships
new renewals
new everything
Hello year 29
I am 29
I am young
but I am old
i am here
and i am still not there
I am the one walking
and then running
and breathing
and sweating
and reaching

Hello year 
I am not lost
for i have found you
the life 
the good minutes
the peaceful things 
the soft water
the clean heart
the even cleaner mind
Hello year 
I am here
all those previous birthdays
this is different
for i need this birthday to survive
to change
to develop
to have faith
in Allah
and myself

Hello year
I am here 
with you 

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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' -