Thursday, March 31, 2016

the process of believing

How worried can one get
How strong can one be
one minute let me reverse my strength into all this agitation
because am so nervous , it hurts
what if Allah is angry
especially with the little things
with the things i do and the things i don't deserve

this large wonderful gift
that im still trying to come to terms with
but the counting is sore
maybe yes, maybe no

I always make wrong decisions
like when he says your feet are dirty
didnt even think about it
and now its stuck in my mind
why compete ?
there is no point


i just want to be healthy
i want to be strong
but i dont want to be right
i want to be deep and loved
and held well
i dont want everyone to know that
i want to be proud
but i definitely dont want to be arrogant
i am arrogant
i have  devlish component
all i ask that Allah
forgive me
help me
dont dissapoint me although i always dissapoint you
love me although i sometimes forget
have me change for i want to change
dont let me go
dont let me go





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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' -