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 Re: محكمة ال SPLA تقتل زوجتين متّهمتين بالزنا بدفنهما حيّتين و تفرج عن الزانيين!!!! (Re: zoul"ibn"zoul)
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Salaam guys: Adil Osman, Munir,and Zoul ibn Zoul
You craked me up, Munir, and Zoul. 0
I know that dear part of my country very well. In fact about 36 of my close family members, including my father: Ahmed , his middle brother: Hassan, his father Mohammed Al-Fazari, his uncle: Al-Shaikh Al-Fazari, together with his youngest wife, his three children from her, my father's direct cousins- about eight of them- including their wives and children were all victims to the first barbaric massacre of August 17 to August 19, 1955in the two Eastern Equatorian cities of Toriet and Kapeita. All of the forementioned family members who were brutally killed by a Southern rebel groups who deserted their arm duty and committed this bloody major act of betrayal, were civilians from the Northern region of my beloved country, the Sudan. I was then a 10 months old child, whose pregnant mother was sent home by my caring fathe- by home I mean: my root and family birthpace at the village of Omdome, at the outskirt of Khartoum to give birth to me there next to her close knitted family. This precautious act by my late father infact saved my life. The bloody event of 1855 in Southern Sudan marked the break of the civil war betrween the two regions of my beloved country: the Sudan. In facr, the toll of the Northern Sudanese massacred by the Southern rebel group was estimated at 600 souls throughout the province of Equatoria. Nonetheless, the biggest figure of people from the same family root صwho lost their lives to this unwarranted massacre, were from my direct family root, or to be specific: the branch of the family of Al-Fazari from the village of Omdome, a suburb of Khartoum. Our My great grandfather : Al-Fazari belongs to the majot Sudanese tribe of: Al- Ja3alyeen. He decended from the village of Al-Ma7meeya Shariq north of Khartoum. His destiny led him to the village of Omdome, a small village at the Easern bank of the Blue Nile, approximately 17 kilometers away from the Capital Khartoum,inhabitited exclusively back then by an Arabic tribe name: Al-Hawwara, where he met and married my great great grandmther: Rumman. The union of those two great parents led to the creation of the famous clan of Al-Fazari in the village of Omdome. Anyhow, those direct close relatives who lost their lives to the massacre of 1955 in Southern Sudan, were then considered the community leaders at our beloved vilage of : Omdome. My people were the first in our community to send some of their kids, including: my father,his middle brother: Hassan, and my living younget Uncle: Abdulla, known as : Baba Fazari, the famous Sudan's TV Children Program composer and poet, together with my late father's closest friend, Mubarak - who late became the Academic Secretary of Omdurman Islamidc University.,
and Ahmed Idris, to the town of : Alduwaaim,in the White Nile Province, to recieve Public Education at the famous School of Bakht Al-Rudha, at the village of Baraka, at the vicinity of the town of Al-Duwaaim, Provice of White Nile. All three siblings: My father and his two brothers finished their Education in ther School of Bakht Al-Rudha. later my father and his middle brother : Hassan ended up as businessmen in Kapoeta, of Eastern Equatoria, while sheer luck led my surviving uncle: Baba Fazari, to study Music at Fuad Institute of Music in Cairo , Egypt. My father and his brother: Hassan, though they did not go to Gordon University in Khartoum, were highly intellectual people at their time. It is a very fascinating story. Will come accross it late at the course of this thead. 0
I have stated that my people, from my father's side of the family were considered the community leader in the village of Omdome. In fact my grandfather, and his brother : Al-Shaikh Al-Fazari had a very strong sense of adventure. They were the first Sudanese fron the Northern region of the country who had taken advantage of the revocation of the Closed District Policy by the British Colonial Entity in Khartoum in the early Fourties of the last century, if I am not mistaken,and find their way to the then small Southren cities of Toriet and Kapoeita, in Eastern Equatoria, as the pioneering marchants fron the Northen region of the Sudan to intiate trade between the two neighbouring African countries: Kenya and Ugsnda, and Southren Sudan, and the Southern part of the country with the Northern region of the Sudan. My grandfather: Mohammed Al-FAzar, and his brother: Al-Shaikh Al-Fazari stroke gold, Their business bloomed. They used to trade with gold between the city of Kapoeita and Northen Sudan, as well as some products affiliated with Southern Sudan, such as: Wood, Fruit, and hide to be exported to Northern Sudan. On their return journey, my grandfather and his brothr would bring to most part of Equatoria the goodies of Northern Sudan. In fact, the two siblings discovered that running their expanding business were beyond the realm of their capabilities, so my grandfather: Mohammed Al-Fazari yanked his elder son, my late father: Ahmed , and his middle son: Hassan out of School and had them helping him on his expanding business. The two siblings also saught the hekp of their
sisters' daghters and some othe close relatives.. They used to trade with Coffee,Tea, as dwell as some other important prodict from those two african countries: Kaneya, Uganda and the Notrthen region of the Country. My people from my father;s dide of the country became among the richest Sudanese of their time. In fact, the bother of of my grand father: Al-Shaikh Al-Fazari used to have his own private fancy car, his own driver, from Northern Sudan, to drive him accross the border between the Sudan and Uganda, to take care of his strawling and expanding business. He used to be received as a celebrity, or a wealthy businessman by the Ugandan and Kenyan govenmental official, such as nayors and other senior executives. We have picture of my late " father " Al-Shaikh al-Fazari, togerther with his private driver, on his pant and shirt, with some high officials from the Ugandan government. I have to let you know that my father, as well as his close relatives from his father's side were used to dress up in decent pants and shirts, as well as the traditional Sudanese garments. So the story goes: my father get married to my late mother. She died of cancer in the year 1966. My mother gave birth to a heathy and exceptionally big child, who unfortunately died a few days after birth. So when my mother became pregnant with me, my father sent her to Omdome, to give birth to me in the main houde of her parent, who are still alive- may Allah prolong their lives gracefully. I was born in Omdome. When I was only 10 months old, the inhumane massacre of my people took plsce in the two cities of Kapoeta and Toreit. But first, before, I detail that, I would like to relate an interestying story of how my living uncle, Abdallah, Baba FAzari, found his way to Cairo , Egypt.0
To be followed
(عدل بواسطة wedzayneb on 01-22-2006, 07:00 AM)
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