Monday, July 18, 2016

its not to late to say good things

its not too late to feel really happy
or to feel really proud
its not too late to feel smart
or to do smart
its not to late to be kind
and to say kind things
to let go of aggressiveness within you
and not let people or things agitate you
its not too late to be strong
to be wild but to be behaved within yourself
to respect your choices but to not cave under them
its not too late to be pronounced with gladness
to be understanding of the situation
to believe in Allah
its not too late to be ok with who you are
to forgive yourself
to change for the better
not change because you feel worse
its not too late to be presented
to take care of yourself
to love yourself so you can love others
to truly be patient
and be kind
its not too late to be mindful
to be hardworking and to be adamant
its never too late to be wondrous and glamourful mentally and physically
its not too late to be you
before you are two ....

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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' -