Saturday, January 27, 2024
Khartoum love story part 1
only her sisters wedding ... to the man she loved
the nile splashing tears while glitter glittered like a sea of invisible for her
jewels, cloud perfume, sandalwood , ... the expensive kind
her eyes moved around waiting for her sisters arrival from the beauty parlour with .... ayman. the man of her dreams . she could hear her mum give instructions those women havnt been handed out royal biscuits yet ! nina! she could hear her mum shouting at her
she startled herself back into the wedding park the weather perfect for january weddings . no danger of rain . just heartbreak
she could hear maya her friend from behind giving her encouragement. maya ,nina and ayman were just three of a famour university best friends group - school of engineering. but the whole university knew that only two people were madly in love... and it wasnt the two getting married today
nina, maya encouraged , here ill do it taking the biscuits from her friends hand
cmon now be strong. looking at nina with the same heartbreak she felt
. bad things happened. between nina amd ayman and noone could do anything about it . because noone would believe her. it was a cold khartoum day just like this 1 year ago when ayman and nina brokeup. outside khartoum airport - the mess, the chaos, the families. the two had stood still im time and pain, two hours before his flight
i cant believe this, nina shouted. how can you believe everything you hear !
because its from your family! your sister ! he reclaimed back . i cant keep doing this. first i see you with him , then i get sent this
he takes out his phone and nearly shoves it in her face as nina sees herself laughing in the restaurant with hamid in closeness. she knew all too well the fakeness of that photo and the evil behind it.
hamid had wanted her to be his with avengeance while her sister had wanted ayman. and this was the end result . her love of her life falling for it . the plot
but thats not all that made give up on their love - for hamid and her sister had staged an 'alone together ' scenario where her sister reemo had told hamid when nina was alone at home . he had come right into her bedroom shocking the life out of nine but before she opened her mouth , she say ayman there was well. but the gentleman that he was - he saw what he thought he saw and left .
to this day nina could not fully understand how ayman had made it at that time while hamid had suddenly appeared but she was sure her sister had something to do with it.
she had asked reemo but she just shrugged smd said
dont blame me for not respecting ayman
nina wished she could tell ayman how she knew it was a setup but she knew deep down it was too late.
as broken as broken down yellow taxi next to her- she tried one last time
ayman - lets talk this through. think this through. i dont have eyes for aNyone but you !
but ayman shook his head looking down at the sunheated tarmac giving up on them like his confirmed ticket
i have to go he says . my flight is leaving soon
nina continues to stare at him but this time knowing she has lost. she knew that at that point there was nothing she could do to save their love. for ayman had fallen out of love with her.
goodbye nina queitly says . ayman looks up at her for the first time with the look of a stranger and repeats the same goodbye , disappointment visible but not regret - turning his back to her and fixing his handback
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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' -
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' -
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