Monday, October 31, 2022

The Mustafa principle 1


Allowing others actions to control your emotions 

 A walking disaster

A walking mess of anguish

All possible mistakes

All resentments in the legs

All guilt in the hands

All messed up thoughts in the head

All gone wrong

A hoarder of life’s junk

Although strangely it’s explainable 

But that’s for another day 


Then I  ask myself

Are you not applying the same principle? 

Feeling emotion completely based on other news Peoples actions? 

And if other peoples  actions are not to your liking then 

Well you’re screwed basically


Having seen what this does to others

Can’t you learn?


A long time ago 

Someone was so angry at mad at someone for not visiting them in their time of most need in Cairo 

I probably don’t know the whole story

I suspect

It was a mix of true need and jealousy of other peoples sisters coming but not his own 

Either way it resulted in about a three year grudge

I also suspect that grudge geared hatred resentment hardship making life more difficult

What happened in the end?

Nothing

Life continued

Death also continued

But life persevered 

And the grudge holder one 

Had to put the difference aside

HAD TO and in fact changed the emotion 


I feel so stuck between right and wrong

Hard and easy

Anger and love

…..





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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' -