Saturday, August 25, 2012

a candle for inspiration and that 2.49pm hunger pains

DO not think of Ramadan as dead or gone - it was just 6 days ago at 2.49 where you were a perservering woman an amazing woman a loved woman and you loved back you cried and you fought and you won ,.
you must light it in your heart every day so yuo dont forget
 the times when youwere fasting and wished you had the chance you could eat or drink but didnt becasue you really wanted to give something good to GOD and the time when then you thought
when i finish ramadan i will live happy i will cherish every bit of food i eat and i will be a pretty girl a smart one too and ceratinly one in true love not a part of a million other stories. remember hope and inspiration will come back - when you said i will never waste time again and i will always read quran, i will wait and i will love but i will also hate wrong and sin. remember your strength, remember that woman is still here, anything else is a devils entrance - so why ahve you let them in?
2.49pm hunger pain and you can eat now - how wonderful a simple joy but really it is worth gold health mercy happinness safe love
you do have love you just cannot see 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' -