Saturday, June 12, 2021

An empty hole

Deep inside me there used to be worry anger and pain all filling this massive hole 
Expectation too 
Note that the hole can only be filled with bad things getting bigger like the darkest galaxy if you feed it and smaller and smaller  if you don’t 
So now there is just an empty hole
It’s still big from what it used to be 
Awaiting fillingBegging me to dive into its smooth corners where you just have no grip and tumble and tumble and tumble Or the shiny black walls that you can’t see anything past it 
But I am working. Each and everyday on not giving a place inside me for this empty hole to growA month on from Ramadan there are so many 
Unanswered questions and plenty of why’s 
Anger and fear
They’re all outside my hole banging to come in find a home for themselves 
Like swarms 
But my hole is not open for living or renting space
It’s not open 
It’s just closed and out of order 

And you know how this is happening?
Which is a miracle really
As I was previously filled with sorrow and remorse

The answer lies in trusting gods plan 
It’s as simple as that 
You can only do so much and you can only do what comes out of you and you can only look to you for existence
No one else can make you exist 

You can’t change people’s thoughts or actions and if you try align them with yours you just fail 
In most things anyway 
You just fail 

But if you look at yourself and yourself only and pray and look inwards to that empty hole to reflect light on it

You won’t have space or time to be angry to be questionable or to be afraid

I am now living by maintaining a habit of reading a small bit of Quran each night and making Duaa 

Duaa supports the life in you . Makes you feel like a winner fills you up with hope and strength and makes you know that you are not alone 
The Quran even if it’s small stabilises things 

And so now I sit with my empty hole waiting for it to get smaller 
And living outside it 


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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' -