Monday, January 25, 2021

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.  


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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' -