من الكلاكلة الى الحاج يوسف .. بقطار الأنفاق

dear nazar
sorry for keeping u waiting for soooooo long? what happened dear is that when u recall all that sum of horror in which we left - alwatan - u find yourself as if in a fainting fit, u go, u just quit yourself, preferring to let it get scattered every where rather than confronting the bitter truth. scattered in the distance between ur two ears, while with one ear u hear ur beaten neighbor screaming, crying out for help and in the other ear persists Tracy chapman's song, in which she comments on the indifference and high rates of individualism which distinguishes this society concerning the situation of women, she says like when u hear ur neighbor beaten - of course by her partner - u will not interfere to stop that cause it's a family affair and then the next time u will see her body taken out to the morgue and then again u will not be able to interfere cause now it's a police affair. c all these miseries drum continuously, repeating one verse, that u can't escape.
so dear friend, Paris nights; and as many said r not different of any other village far away in the amazons' jungles, Antarctic lands or any where else. we all r damned by that reality, we all when quit Sudan we made sure that, alwatan was sewn by the veins connecting the mind to the heart, even those intelligent custom officers who empty u out to the last "tarifa " .; let alone those fierce security agents, weren't able to rob it out of u.
so if we r really keen to have a different taste of those beautiful "rich " cities; let's come forward all together, don't stand away watching; saying to ur self it's "political parties' affair " , come before it's too late or otherwise u will only be seeing "stop -American Zone - " let's not wait for Martians coming down with a miracle solution let us not accept that "popcorning " of our innocent people by those silly vampires , blood addicts .It's me, u, him, her and them all individuals of Sudan, we should learn to accept the other as he is not as we wish to c him. then dear everything will change, at that time then those April Tulips will tell u about how they love to spend their nights in Paris with the great river Seine whispering his tender songs to all friends all over the planet with the Opera and Bastile witnessing that great moments on the honour of freedom, when that time comes dear, a breeze of air will take u to Mirvat ornamented by the joy of us, all.and then we will be sleeping like a newborn lovely baby.me is used to the delivery pains , so i will save u that pain and give to u all a beatiful morning with a white taste ,leaving to u all the choice of adding whatsoever aroma of happiness u might love.
love and respect to u and to all with a heartily wish for a colorful tomorrow
mona