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The Poetic Sudanese Youth Corner :: RE: Burn

Author: dinoz
Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 5:23 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 1

Quote: I'll burn you, And everything related to you, I'll burn you, I'll burn the music in my soul too, I'll burn you, And that heated passion in me wow!!!
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A friend once said, and I found to be true
That everyday people, they lie to God too
So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you?!

The Serious Side :: RE: Getting your anonymity back!

Author: dinoz
Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 5:13 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 10

i love you precious! I came here thinking if i should post something! for some reason it looks like you are the only active one here .......
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A friend once said, and I found to be true
That everyday people, they lie to God too
So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you?!

The Poetic Sudanese Youth Corner :: Burn

Author: precious
Subject: Burn
Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:00 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 1

I'll set fire to the memories,
Of those beautiful days,
I'll watch them burn into ashes,
Like those years burnt into waste,
With you...

I will not let the memories hurt me,
I will not allow it to make me cry,
For it will no longer exist,
I will not let it,

Pull me,
back to you!

I always thought that I can't,
Can not live without you,
Can not breathe without you,
Can not be happy without you,
But I'll never know for sure,
Unless I try,
So I will say good bye,
To you,

And everything with your name on it,
And I will continue to try,
Wake up every day with more good byes

And more tries,

I will keep trying,
I will keep burning.

I'll burn you,
And everything related to you,
I'll burn you,
I'll burn the music in my soul too,
I'll burn you,
And that heated passion in me,

You turned blue,
I'll burn you,
Knowing that eventually,
I'll burn myself too!

April 2012

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Days pass by in different rhythms and beats. Some play in a very fast tempo we don�t even get the chance to inhale, breathe and save in memories of those beautiful moments we just had; because they passed, in a blink of an eye.

Which is the reason why we don�t remember that these moments even existed during intricate times; times when the rhythm is too indolent and ambiance is dreary, bitter and silent. Too silent that our own heavy breathing explode in our heads; explode in arguments, explode in fights and explode with all those harsh, heart breaking words

Story Writers Cafe :: RE: The Essence Of Being

Author: precious
Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 7:28 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 1

I'll read it later and comment, but I need to know that you will post the rest of it!!!
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Days pass by in different rhythms and beats. Some play in a very fast tempo we don�t even get the chance to inhale, breathe and save in memories of those beautiful moments we just had; because they passed, in a blink of an eye.

Which is the reason why we don�t remember that these moments even existed during intricate times; times when the rhythm is too indolent and ambiance is dreary, bitter and silent. Too silent that our own heavy breathing explode in our heads; explode in arguments, explode in fights and explode with all those harsh, heart breaking words

Shamar Center :: RE: Sudanese women

Author: precious
Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:49 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 4

LOL! So, Sorel, did you find the "perfect muslim Sudanese woman" yet? I think you're starting off all wrong.. It's not about the nationality really! There is good and bad every where! I don't mean to diss my women, or disappoint you but it's pretty difficult to find what you're looking for, not only in Sudan, but every where. Sudan being an "Islamic State" is something more political and less related to the poeple. Yes, the majority are Muslims, but that does not mean they are all perfect Muslims. I know many beautiful, intelligent and religious Sudanese women, however I know much more who are not, and that does not make them less of women than the rest.. Good luck finding what you're looking for
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Days pass by in different rhythms and beats. Some play in a very fast tempo we don�t even get the chance to inhale, breathe and save in memories of those beautiful moments we just had; because they passed, in a blink of an eye.

Which is the reason why we don�t remember that these moments even existed during intricate times; times when the rhythm is too indolent and ambiance is dreary, bitter and silent. Too silent that our own heavy breathing explode in our heads; explode in arguments, explode in fights and explode with all those harsh, heart breaking words

The Serious Side :: RE: Getting your anonymity back!

Author: precious
Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:34 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 10

*yawn* It's amazing how I am no longer embarassed by my lack of knowledge of anything IT related since I am a computer Science graduate!
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Days pass by in different rhythms and beats. Some play in a very fast tempo we don�t even get the chance to inhale, breathe and save in memories of those beautiful moments we just had; because they passed, in a blink of an eye.

Which is the reason why we don�t remember that these moments even existed during intricate times; times when the rhythm is too indolent and ambiance is dreary, bitter and silent. Too silent that our own heavy breathing explode in our heads; explode in arguments, explode in fights and explode with all those harsh, heart breaking words

The Serious Side :: RE: Through The Cobwebs And Dust

Author: precious
Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:25 am (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 1

To be honest, I just come here to copy my old stuff into a document whenever I need it for an Open Mic event or something, since after deleting my blog this is the only place that has my old writings! (I'd be screwed if it got hacked again!) I'm actually very glad that I passed by here today and saw you! It's very nice to see you again after such a long time.. It's true this place is as good as dead, and although many of us always talked and had plans to revive it, but I guess facebook and twitter are winning the game. Not to mention how every one seems busy "making a living" ya7leel ayam al3a6ala wal jam3a wo 3adam al mawdoo3! I do hope every one makes a come back here and start a party, get this place blazzing up like it used to.. -Side note: Hope you're well Sir Lucifer
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Days pass by in different rhythms and beats. Some play in a very fast tempo we don�t even get the chance to inhale, breathe and save in memories of those beautiful moments we just had; because they passed, in a blink of an eye.

Which is the reason why we don�t remember that these moments even existed during intricate times; times when the rhythm is too indolent and ambiance is dreary, bitter and silent. Too silent that our own heavy breathing explode in our heads; explode in arguments, explode in fights and explode with all those harsh, heart breaking words

Story Writers Cafe :: The Essence Of Being

Author: Sir Lucifer
Subject: The Essence Of Being
Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:48 pm (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 1

To whoever reads my posts, I just ask if you're going to follow this post that you keep an open mind while reading. I am not an athiest, I am only a man reflecting what he has seen with his own eyes for 36 years. This is the closest to my life's story as it will ever get, but the point of this post is to ponder over many things, things I have seen in my life that have affected me somehow, as indeed many happenings in your life had made you stop and think about them, about your self and about those around you.

This will be a multi part post, you cannot cover 36 years in a few pages, and believe me, I have lived a full life so far, have done things you could only imagine, and some things even your imagination couldn't think of. Just think about what you will read in this post with an open mind and don't prejudge me please.

"Come on let's go do the wodoo' and pray" said someone after the Azaan had stopped calling out for prayer, and everyone sitting around that table got up and made their way to the abareeg, a long nosed plastic jug used to hold liquid that people in my country fill with water and use to prepare themselves for prayer. I watched as my friends stood side by side, with their arms held around their chests as in almost perfect unison they began praying, a sight I had seen many times throughout our friendship, a sight I see every day I walk down the roads of the peaceful city of Khartoum, a sight I would never wish to forget...

As a child growing up in my father's home my parents used to take my sister and I to church every Friday. We would attend bible classes, attend the mass, have the holy communion, pray and leave. Our parents would usually spend about 30 minutes in the church yard after mass mingling with fellow church goers or friends, while I would spend those 30 minutes running around with my bible class friends or goofing off somewhere and being told off by a nun or priest. I remember I didn't like going to church, preferring to do more 'fun' stuff on the only day off I get from school. Back then we only had one day off, Friday as the weekend, and I wanted to spend it playing with my Atari or football with my friends than go to church. I found an excuse every weekend to avoid going to church, and usually my excuses failed, except on the Fridays my father was working at the hospital, and Glory be, I spent the weekend the way I enjoyed best. This kept on until I reached age 12 and my father started treating me like a man, respecting my wish of not wanting to join them going to church.

At a very early age I remembered my friend Alaa had asked me if I was Sonna or Sheit, and not knowing what that was I had asked my mother to clarify, my mother had explained to me that Sonna and Sheiya are Muslim, while we are Christian, and that both are the same, except that Muslims were Mohammedan followers and Christians were Jesus followers. "So what's the difference if we are the same?" I had asked her. "Nothing, what is taboo in Christianity is also taboo in Islam and we all worship the same God" was her reply, and it had stuck to my head ever since. Since we were growing up in a Muslim country naturally there was no alcohol sold in the markets, not that it mattered. Both my parents didn't drink and I know that because it was customary back then for Sheiks and Diplomats to send my father bottles of Scotch as gifts of occasions like Christmas or Easter, bottles that he would give to friends he knew did drink. As for school we were all taught the same thing except when it was time for religion class non Muslims would take extra English or Gym class.

Back then I didn't know there were also Jews who believed in the same God too. Neither did I know there were non believers or followers of other faiths. I believed the world revolved around me like any 7 year old does, and my life went smoothly with the knowledge that religion wasn't a problem. I was not interested in God to the extent that I pray every night, and as far as I was concerned God wasn't interested in me either.

Growing up in a multi racial environment I wasn't aware of racial or religious differences. My teachers treated my fellow classmates and I equally, my parents treated all their friends and relations equally and they didn't have any preferences when it came to race or religion. Their friends were Christians, Muslims (both branches), Hindu, and my friends and I treated each other equally, Egyptians, Koreans, Kuwaities, Palestinians regardless of religion. That was until the year 1990, the year of the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait. My family had been residing in Kuwait since 1976 and it was home to me. Having left my home country at the age of 10 months Kuwait was the only country I knew I belonged to, not knowing what Sudan was like, and not knowing what my aunts, uncles and cousins were like, except for those that visited us in Kuwait. My only memory of Sudan was that at age 6 our parents took us to visit family members and see our mother land, during which time I remember I had a fight with my cousin George and beat him up, I went to my father's home in Omdurman that smelled like dust, and upon our return to Kuwait I fell sick and my medication (Chloroquin, used to treat Malaria) had to be flown out to Kuwait. Back then I didn't see any difference in skin colour, and didn't know that later the colour of my skin would be my awakening.

On August 2nd 1990 Iraq invaded Kuwait, and on November 20th my family and I left Kuwait due to the war. We arrived in Sudan November 29th 1990, spending 9 days on the road, and upon arrival at Khartoum airport I was called Halabi for the first time (Halabi, term originating from the city Halab, or Aleppo, in Syria, that people in Sudan use to refer to white people). I was 15, and not understanding what the word meant I looked to my father for answers but non came. My parents just exchanged glances that I didn't understand, so I never asked again...

To Be Continued
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The Bringer Of Light
I Wander The Universes
A Fallen Angel Still Thinking Of You
I Wait, I Plan, I Will Return My Love
I Was Never The Evil One
I Was Just The Rebel Son

The Serious Side :: Through The Cobwebs And Dust

Author: Sir Lucifer
Subject: Through The Cobwebs And Dust
Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:38 pm (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 1

eheeeemmmmm
Cough cough... wen nas al beit? Shino into ya 7ilwat o ya 7ilween? Where is everyone?

Been touching dust everywhere I go in this forum, sneezing, seeing mice and vermin and things that go bump in the dark! Found Precious' antique glasses in a corner, Miss Dynamite's chewed off pencil on a table, The One's mp3 player with dead batteries and reaaaally old music (been abandoned for a while it seems) and everything is covered in dust and cobwebs, including the digital posts!!

Come on people wake y wake y, there's a lot of cleaning to do and a lot of new posts to add let's go let's go let's go!!!

Oh there's a new member called MrBambi (who likes the color pink and blueeeeee (rolls eyes)) who likes writing about computers, check him out he talks too much but gets to his point in the end. Good debater it seems Precious, you'll love talking to him...

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When a Lucifer speaketh fair, believe him not, for there are seven abominations in his heart
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The game of life is the game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words return to us sooner or later, with astounding accuracy
--------------------------------------------------------------------
He Named Me Lucifer
The Bringer Of Light
I Wander The Universes
A Fallen Angel Still Thinking Of You
I Wait, I Plan, I Will Return My Love
I Was Never The Evil One
I Was Just The Rebel Son

The Poetic Sudanese Youth Corner :: Re-form

Author: maryam&asya
Subject: Re-form
Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 8:15 pm (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 0

Reform the necessary
into extra - ordinary
a life becomes a glory
if u look at things from different views and angulated patience
strength is not wicked but can be clicked into the timings of dissappearance
everything turmoil will be a memory
Substituting the dramatic efficacy of pain
no longer I strain
to think true and real and intentionalised with attitude, For I love God and I have not been dedicated
destruction to perfection lies underneath the undergrounds of sin
and sin erupts like volcanoes angry
blowing ashes -
across the world
and the stars
darken and the galaxies get smaller
of the ones I used to see
filled with the inflation of my dreams and fantasis

I am no longer in recession
I am no longer lost
I know exactly what I want
so reform to beautiful places
and new bodies wil come
learn the meanings and the words
and you have power to control
even your deepest horrors
transform the weak soul
to one.....

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The Serious Side :: RE: Getting your anonymity back!

Author: MRbambi
Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 10:37 pm (GMT 0)
Topic Replies: 10

Chew on what? the page did not show my real ip address!!!

Sudaniyat :: RE: The whole Sudan?

Author: Manfred_Kreuzwirth
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 6:42 am (GMT 0)
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The Serious Side :: RE: sudan should reject court ruling on Abeyi

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Story Writers Cafe :: RE: Stories from Our Reality: A Sudanese Widow's Blues

Author: Manfred_Kreuzwirth
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 6:41 am (GMT 0)
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