Sunday, May 10, 2015

see......

You can be happy in a dark area
in a broken area
if you put your mind to it
if you believe
you can be sad in the sunshine
or in the disbelief that God will not help you
you can be crazy if you want or kind
you can build yourself up with confidence
you can build your self with promises that you keep
you can be or you can choose not to be
you can be everything
you can be everything you imagine
or you can not make it because you didnt try
or you lied to yourself
you can wake up at 5 and go twice
you can be
you can be
you can be
you dont have to be stressed out


stop stressing out
see
Allah fixes things
and changes things
and makes things
and creates things
and even lets you imagine things that can actually be real
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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' -