Thursday, January 20, 2022

Let me tell you

That in Islam god says if you kill one person then You have killed the whole of humanity and if you saved one person then you have saved the whole of humanity 
The Quran 

I have never felt that more in my heart than in the killing of an innocent girl going exercising and so much more was her life. 

Her death made me feel drawn to fear love anger suffering torment grief anguish loss and destruction 

Two hands did all of this 

Bring nightmare bring numbness bring an emptiness over everyone here
Far and near

Two hands wearing black the blackness over his cells and his heart left beating is unimaginable contradiction 

I think to myself while she left us and left all the things beautiful he also left his life behind on that bank 
That was the last time he rode a bicycle and the last time he will walk or run down that walkway 
That walkway of freedom 
Isn’t that a big price to pay 

As for that woman capturing my feelings my heart I can only pray in my own faith but joint as a woman that she is in heaven that she is happy that she lives in memory in that sun ray and crisp 4pm afternoon wind or even in times of rain in those clean pearls of water or even if it become windy the strong winds of strength or even when it’s hot that she lives in the melting of   Time helping everyone get to terms with this pain 

There are many last times 


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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' -