Monday, January 25, 2021

Pieces of me 2 - luck

I find myself asking - is it strategy or luck 
Is it defiance or goodwill
Is it solidity or vapour of truth

The answer is I believe allah helped me and is helping me and I thank him for that each and every second without deserving without even knowing 

Is it the time is it the reason is it the flicking of lanes is it the goal is it the speed is it the way is it the exchange of power or the exchange of truth is it the loss of something and the gain of something else is it the fear the ocean of ignorance
All I know is - god is with me and I am not deserving 

Pieces of me

What does it mean to be smart , to be informed and to be wise? 

Well as woman, I think all the above come first from being a woman, our abilities to be strong to expand our emotions and accept but also to not accept. to balance life, to balance ourselves. being smart is to love yourself truly first. Because I realise that, no one can do that true honour for you 

Yes others can love you, deeply and wonderfully, can give you joy and happiness and can support and comfort you make life exciting and beautiful and most importantly can be there for you and help you, but at the same time – no one can really love you like you can love yourself – and to do that you must offer yourself gratitude, support, and most importantly acceptance. 

Being loving of yourself can heal your heart, can give honour to your mind and allow the access you need to open new pathways and new hopes. For no matter what, there is always hope, there is always a path forwards and a way to find a smile. Its vital you don’t fall in lifes miseries, miseries that others create for you, miseries that others just don’t care about, or think about . so you also don’t think about. Find the goodness. Find the purity. And don’t worry. If God put you in it. He will pull you out of it.  


Wednesday, January 20, 2021

18 January 2021

A small act changed my life 
It came out of the blue
But changed my future quick
Erased my beautiful past with a swipe 
And broke my wings

Those wings I use to fight and fly with
Dream and feel free with
Feel strong and powerful with
Feel good and happy with
Feel proud and determined with
Feel solid and unbroken with

All those things changed 
It was like a new dawn a new era upon me 
But without the sun
Without the trust I had given away so easily
I don’t know

A part of me remains
Catching the cool wind and trying to entertain
The remaining is in the spiders web only able to watch asking silently 
That old hope filled with fire and power I feel is gone

But then I ask 
It was already gone 
I had eaten into the power of me
Through my loud voice and anxiousness
Through my seemingly invisible strength
Here I am 
Shouting and singing threats 
Never able to face defeat
Instead hitting it until I bruise
And then asking people to fix my bruises
Here I am wanting the results without trying
Expecting gain without effort
Trying But never really
Wanting but never asking

Myself

On the 18th January 2021 i realised I truly was alone
But the worst is that I had really failed myself
Believing in others never really ever believing in me
Trusting others but not me
Living my life not to its potential or nowhere near while others were very much living ... differently to me anyway 

And here I was not in harmony with my soul or myself or my goals or my dreams or my aspirations
Being led with a rope face in mud 
And expecting that the sandalwood of my heart will still show

I am sad but from no one but myself

I am feeling so alone because I am not close to god or myself
I am feeling powerless because I have never given myself the power of persistence or strength
I am feeling in pain because I have given myself word and kept it



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' -