مليش عنوان

ليه منكوش بس مسلمين؟
إيه يعني متحررين و إيه يعني متشددين؟
ليه منكوش بس مسلمين؟
ليه اللخبطة و العك باسم الدين؟
ليه يا ربي مفضلناش بس مسلمين؟
بنسلم عالغريب زي ما بنحضن القريب!
ليه منكوش بس مسلمين؟
ليه ايجي أبو ذقن يقول لأبو جينز:
روح أنتو كافرين!
يجي أبو جنز يتحمق
ويقولو:
انتو يا اعدا الدين!
ليه يا ربي بطلنا نبقي مسلمين؟
ياما ركعنا كلنا لربي و ربك و رب الناس اجمعين !!
تجي دلوقتي و تقولي... إحنا مش مسلمين!
مين انت و مين انا؟
غير عبد من عباد الخلاق الكريم؟؟!

Carnival

My life is a carnival

I am the ring star 

Shining every night

I got to wear all the customs

Dance with the monkey and his hat

And hide my face behind the colorful mask

Oh my life is a carnival

So come to my word

You won't sleep u won't plink

You will dance all night

With me, the monkey and his hat

You won't have any regrets

Cuz you won't remember any think

But the laughter in my carnival 

Spot light on the shameful act of burning the Anglican Church in Jerif, Sudan

Spot light on the shameful act of burning the Anglican Church in Jerif, Sudan
What happened? Where are we now? Where are we going with this?

Saturday March 21, 2012 the sun could not rise on the Anglican Church in Jerif, Sudan. Instead the line of fire lightens up the place and burnt the church down and the heart of our Christian brothers and sisters who attended the Anglican Church for more than a hundred years.

The government denied that it’s a Muslim fundamentalist act and explained it as a fight over the land ownership turned ugly.

Whatever the reason was our Islamic religion forbids us; even in time of war from destroying any church or any place of worship.

To state that point clear and to show our condolence to our fellows in Jerif Anglican church we decided to pay a visit to Evangelical Church here in Virginia, where our Christian brothers attend their Sunday service, and what a visit!!

The moment I walked in I didn’t see north or south I didn’t feel Muslims and Christians I saw Sudanese family. I felt the warmth of our amazing culture where people hug you and sincerely ask you about your health and your family while they don’t even know your name!! I felt like am back home where no one is a stranger and every one is a family.

After the salam , the coffee and tea the friendly service started.

"God is Love" said Natalina Malwal. Very simple and so true "God is Love" with this she said it all and all been said. With her sensible and natural personality she took us in a memory road back in Khartoum where she grow up remembering school days with her Muslim friends sharing the same feeling as Eiman Badreldin who grow up attending catholic school with her Christian friends both of which fed from the same culture and swallowed the same morals in a community that believe if you are my neighbor you are my family. Those two examples represent every true Sudanese woman and man who grows up respecting both religions. We all as a one family participated in celebrating both religions holly days painting a stunning picture of the beautiful Sudan.

Eiman Badreldin

Natalina Malwal

So, where did we go wrong again? When did we become enemies? I tell you when. It’s when the devil traded us with foolish gold in exchange of our blood. His economic interest in our rich body planed the road to our heart drugging us with all kind of illusions until we believed that our hand is going to stab us in the heart so we used to other hand to chop it off!! His drugs were so strong that we didn’t feel our bleeding veins.

So, what’s next? How many do we need to kill before we realize who are we really killing? How long will we continue to dance in his rhythm while his hands banding us from all what we grow up believing in? Are we aware that the greatest enemy is

within us? His seeds growing in our souls like a poison ivy spreading an ugly rash all over our face until we become blind to see who the real enemy is!!

Let our voice be heard. Let him see what kind of a family are we. Let him know that we were in a coma but we are back up. He succeeded in sizing us by land but let him know that he will never see the success of sizing our hearts. We will strip out of the hate custom he is trying hard to fit us in.

Our gathering in Evangelical Church on Sunday April the 29 of 2012 is a small step in climbing the mountain of a peaceful nation; our nation.

It’s us and only us who can solve this. The voice of us; the people, the Sudanese people. Lets the gathering in Evangelical church be the beginning of more and more get together events to talk, suggest and plan for how can we spread the word from here in Washington DC to the world that we can and we will solve this with no needs to weapons, war or any sort of hateful actions.

If you dare

I couldn't see the stars

My heart was blinded 

I was searching for your hand in the darkness of the night 

Needed your warm body your warm soul to be closer 

Do you ever know 

How I feel about you

How I trip every time I wanna call your name

It's not hard to see 

It's not the stars that I can't see

It's your eyes ... you keep hiding 

Look my way you find your answers 

I make you feel how you wanna feel 

Just give your hand lets walk this road

You will see 

The stars and all the hidden jewel 

Walk and keep walking my way 

You will end your troubles in my safe shore 

And if we didn't meet I promise you this

Your dreams will always have me 

I will light your nights your heart and all your thoughts will come clear 

To see us landing in garden Aden 

It's not if we meet again its when we meet again

You will remember this 

I will remember this 

Your sweet lips 

Your heart beating between my chest 

Do you still wonder if its real 

I won't get tired from telling you what's you know 

You can't hide there for ever

You know

The young boy inside you tells you to take off your shoes and feel the sand

Your troubled  head tells you it's all lies

Guess one way to know 

Get closer let me feel your warm hand 

My heart will then  tell your ears the truth 

You know it's true 

You gotta set your soul free

You gotta set us free

Get me high

Am getting high in your love

Your hands like a needle, shoots through my vain

Your kisses like a wine Sooth my pain

Baby I am so high between your arms

Hold me tight and give me more

Supply the shortage in my soul

When it’s dark rainy and cold

I look into your eyes how they shiny and warm

Is that you at my door?

Come in and free us both

Let’s get high, your heart and mine

It’s me who you looking for

I am the spell that will break your curse

You are the drug that will cure my sting

So, let’s get high

Your heart and mine

Baby I am so high

Between your arms

I see horses, smokes and angles

Whispering softly

Come up high

Escape the stable, the darkness and the demons

I am so high between your arms

Hold my hands; I will break your chain

Let’s get high through the night

Is that body yours or mine?

I can’t tell cuz am so high

But I can feel your sweat wash me down

Like a summer rain

Baby its time

We are so high up in the sky

No earth, no pain

No heaven, no hell

It’s just your smell, your lips and your pulse

It’s all I can feel

When am that’s high.

That’s all what I need

و جلس يشرب فنجان الشا ي

و جلس يشرب فنجان الشا ي


بوجه المتعب ...

و قميصه الأبيض ...

سألني عن السكرية ...

و إذا كنت قد أحضرت الجريدة ؟

أخبرني و عينيه تائهتين

انه أفتقدني و أفتقد الصغيرين

أخبرني و عينيه تائهتين

عن حلمٍ ارهقه ... و أرهق مقلتيه

عن فجرٍ قد إقترب ...

دون حاجةٍ لدماء الألفين

كيف؟

و قد أثري التراب علي أعز رفيقين؟

أحضرت السكرية و الجريدة

مسحت علي جبهته و أخبرته ...

عن عزمي الرحيل فجر غدية ...

عن فنجاني و الغجرية ... و كل الأعذار الهزلية

سألني وعينيه تائهتين ...

متى ؟ و إلي أين ؟ و لماذا ؟

سألني وعينيه تائهتين ...

و ماذا عني أنا و الصغيرين ؟

ماذا عن وعودك ؟

ماذا عن حلولك ؟

إهتز جسده المتعب ...

فسكب الشاي علي قميصه الأبيض

سقط الفارس ...

يتساءل بتلعثم ؟

ماذا عن وعودك ؟

ماذا عن حلولك ؟

ماذا عني أنا و الصغيرين ؟

ماذا عن الوادي و الجبلين ؟

و رحلة العقدين ؟

دموع الأهل و دماء الأخوين ؟

سقط الفارس ...

ينحي بتبكم

تعذرت بتهكم ...

تحججت بوقتي ... و ارتباطي بموعدٍ مسبق ...

و وعدت بالعودة ... حالما يصمت المأتم ....

سأعود لأكتب القصة ...

بقلمي ... و مخطوطي المسبق ..

سينساك الصغيرين ...

و ينسي الطريك خطا أبويك

ستنسي الفنجان و السكرية

و جلستنا العشية ...

تحجرت مقلتيه ...

و مات السؤال بين شفتيه ...














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خربشات

خربشات علي جدار الذكريات


عربدة الماضي علي طرقات الحلم القديم

لوحتي ذات الإطار المكسور

لا تزال تحمل بصمات ذلك اليوم ...

يوم رحيلك من رفات قلبي

و تحطيمك لزجاجات عطري

خرجت خلفك أرتجي مالم يكن يوماً لي

أستحلف الريح ألا تمسح آثارك عن الطريق

أسأل القمر أن ينير حتي ألتقيك

إذا بأشباح أمسي و يومي تلاحق أطيافك

دون أملٍ في غدي

تتلاطم كروح مسجونٍ يبحثُ عن الحرية ...

تختنق كعجوزٍ وحيد يسقطُ في البرية ...

دون زاد ... دون ماء

تبعثر أشلاءه رياحٌ زمجرية

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