Memoirs of a Sudanese Breath: April 2026

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Me

Asking for a new chance

To not be worried to not be bad

To not be angry to not be sad

To think of attitudes

Messes and life

To try hard to fit in myself and my whole self

Tje magic isnt gone

The place is there

Space

A day atime of wonderful reach

So stop hating the twirly way u took but get off it today and start freeh

God loves u yes he does

No anger from him stop saying that

Stop making thingd hard fo ur self

It starts with that

Think of the day u had teaspoons of jamhalf and half cheese

U were close bit it wasnt ur place

And niw make a promise

This has to stop

U deserve better u deserve to be happy

U deserve to walk and smile and live and love

Alhamdulilah

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' -