Egypt

Its been almost a month since I updated my blog, for which am sorry, I’ve been extremely busy. And time management is not listed as one of my strongest traits, especially when I have to go to Field workshops! In the middle of nowhere!

Anyway, this is not what am writing about! Am writing today about Egypt! EGYPT!  To be honest I didn’t like Egypt or Egyptians. I thought of them as the most annoying people alive! And for that I apologize! I thought they were –softies- if I stated the truth, then January 25^th happened! I realized how mistaken I was! I mistakenly hated a nation, whom it’s impossible to think of as a bad people.

I witnessed Egypt gracefully enter the history as the first Arabic country to oust a Dictator. Then I’ve realized it’s us who I hated the most! We are in a bigger situation than Egypt, and they were able to become one! They have left all other issues and focused on the one matters to them as EGYPTIANS! Not driven by color, race, religion or big shot last names! They were Egyptians!

Then they had the first “official and legitimate “elections, regardless of the Carter Centre report which suggested otherwise, the MB’s candidate miraculously won! 

A year later they revolt again in June 30^th! Revolt again, because they didn’t like the way the president rules.  Revolt because they don’t want to be “Ikhawani”  –which means a MB owned- country. Revolt because of the different ethnicity . Revolt because they believe in their rights.

My bows to the brave Egyptians and may Allah grants his mercy on the souls of all of the martyrs

A tribute to Israa Baboud

Sudan used to resemble the country of peace and happiness. As my mother says: ”Once upon a time in Sudan”.  Now when I think about Sudan, I have a different perspective. I see sadness, injustice, favouritism and Death. Yes I see death in very corner. Today Israa Baboud passed away. I met her once or twice and I wouldn’t recognise her if we met by any chance. But she is ( I refuse to use was-the past tense- because I believe the dead never leave) a sister of one of my friends. She is a daughter of parents who are trying to hold down their tears to be strong for their other children. She is a friend to lots of people. She is 20 years old. Cause of death? A reckless driver whom I believe is not qualified to drive. Sudan has a very high car accidents records. Either lethal or not, many of our youth are involved and its and ascending. I am wondering why no one is worried about their life. Is it because we are living this systematic life? Or is it because of the all kind of frustrations and pressures we are living through? Many questions are to be answered. One is in the top of head. Why there isn’t any police officer stationed in the hospitals or at least the major ones with the stupid document required? Why a victim of a car accident isn’t allowed to get treated till they get the accident’s report? It’s not like they are going anywhere. They have just been hurt! And you can take the person who caused the crash to the station and do the paper work. It isn’t that hard to do. But we don’t care about the humans any more. In many cases lot of people bled to death waiting for the report to arrive. And ironically, sometimes you can find an officer but without their paper and his excuse is: we ran out of paper. Guess what, smart pants. You can always have extra paper or check if you’re running out of the stupid document. It is utterly unaccepted to lose our battle with destiny because of stupid Engaz-made regulations. Where’s our dignity as human? Police officers are usually a school dropout, are playing god. Determining who and how we live. I have my better of respect to the role of police and as many children I dreamt of saving the world wearing a police uniform. Reality shocked me irreversibly after living in Sudan for almost a decade now. Police is to me is the hidden enemy which everybody knows about afraid of pointing to. It’s like our own version of” The God Father” only the authorities are the mafia now. Sudan which grave we’re digging? Ours?  Yours? Everybody’s?
It is such a shame to end like this….. From a country everybody wants to live in to a piece of land. Sudan is turning to an empty land….Without identity, future or hope.Only a piece of a land. In tribute to Israa Baboud’s soul. Gone so soon. May Allah grants you his mercy

Finally After two years, am writing again. writing has always been a great pleasure.

any way am not trying to sell my self or anything but i will try to write as often as i could.

what am writing about today is unemployment in Sudan, as many know Ive recently resigned from my job. the first reaction i heard from people was: "are you crazy?" or " this is not acceptable, now how you gonna live?" knowingly that i have a bit of a luxurious life style.

my answer to them was  my motivation. the fact that I want to follow my dreams. I've been working in a place that I hated. Doing something I really REALLY hate, in the process I lost many things. most importantly TIME.
Am not saying I regret Unity High School, I had an amazing three years there, but the question is should we give up or dreams for the sake of living? or should we fight for it?

Most people answered very negatively. 90% said they lost their dreams along the way, and FWI we are 24-26 years. It's our time to dream and to achieve. It's our moments. nothing is given very easily, and if it was, then there's a problem. We want a better Sudan, yet we arent willing to fight for it. see the irony?

today's post wont be very long, but I want you to think of one thing, what is your DREAM? What is the biggest Fear?

take a moment and think about it