Caught in nations which can be caught… caught in needs

Al-Walid Muhammad Al-Amin

In airports, in departure and arrival halls, in transit halls and in land journey stations between cities and between nations, you will note Sudanese on their misplaced journey that they have no idea when it should finish. Their misfortune is that it’s going to by no means finish. They roam the earth for a thousand years or extra, however they have no idea. Caught between flight traces, caught between tour buses, caught at entrances and exits. They’re caught to indicators indicating departure and arrival gates and journey instances. A few of them wore French fits and full fits, a few of them wore Araq, Ali Allah, and Al-Sudairi, a few of them wore sneakers, and a few of them wore Skechers. The older ones in garments, the youthful ones in principally asymmetrical skirts and blouses, and a few of them in trousers, with their everlasting brokenness and brokenness of their eyes. The brokenness of the hawk among the many flying birds, and their everlasting brokenness in poverty and destitution, within the lack of their colours and the strangeness of their tongues, is pitiful even once they depart and journey. Rising via their wretched airport, a land of chaos, superstition, bribery, resident charlatanism, uninteresting nationwide pleasure, and synthetic religiosity. Afterwards, they had been amazed by the cleanliness of the cities, the neon lights, the enormity of the airports, and the bare girls, however nobody was peeping even once they settled within the areas of Ghubaira, Fareej Murar, and Souq Waqif, they started to really feel pity for the situation of the Sudanese girls whose trousers had been unbuttoned, and the younger males who grew their hair lengthy and put earrings on their ears, and wrote within the media that this was the explanation for our struggle and a scourge is foolish even of their false and deceitful faith. You possibly can acknowledge them from afar by the best way they stroll and their stance, by generally inserting their palms on their heads and inserting them on their waists from each side at different instances to name Salah Brenji as a result of he’s hooked on that stance .
Contained in the Gulf cities, they change tales about resettlement, the melancholy of the various peoples, the tales of those that gained passports within the Gulf, and the unhappiness of the fathers’ era, a few of whom refused passports to the salt cities within the early days that within the lifetime of the nation. They left the land, nevertheless it did not depart, in order that they received caught within the caught land. Of their tales there may be pleasure within the youngsters who examine in Leeds, in Westminster, in Cyprus, in Kuala Lumpur, in Canberra and within the suburbs of Georgia. Those that fled the nation’s holocaust lately or years in the past, like the remainder of the stranded individuals who wouldn’t have international passports and didn’t search resettlement, and weren’t thought of by the American lottery, don’t have anything however sorrow and lamentation . Perhaps they had been carried by storms within the Mediterranean Sea, or by vehicles on Darb al-Arbaeen or on Kufra Road, and the Tropic of Capricorn and the Equator did not occur to them In the event that they survived all that, they’d be a part of the legions of caught individuals. Within the cities of the nation that’s dying from the chilly, their whales are sitting in freight shops and in Uber vehicles, writing on social media in a language that their little kids don’t perceive nation the ashes and the ashes, and that they’ve turn out to be strangers in unusual lands, demanding to listen to the reward of the wind and the reward of the one chosen by Hanan Baloblo and the trendy girls of the Qunat warn us, who caught within the caught nations, towards the fraud of the Kaizan, although that they had international passports. They stay on a ruined reminiscence with which they deceived the asylum authorities, they usually shout on the media pages, elevating the slogans of town state as soon as once more and the correct of the working class once more, and on the entrance of the valley they right the state of affairs from the Tampac.
Caught in unresolved needs, within the nice worldwide lies of the three nothings, the meals basket, and noble illusions. They swear within the title of the Sheikh of the Order who carried their lands and within the title of the Imam who deceived them within the title of false ancestors, and I’ve not pledged allegiance to a person after Muhammad (1). However they offered us, all of them promote us, for a handful of cash or a handful of horrors. O Forgiver of Sudan / We’ve got accomplished so many wrongs / One thing tar and blood / One thing misunderstanding / One thing in your sake we’ve got pardoned (2)!
Caught within the scent of the streets that may by no means return, within the morning breeze on the door of longing. Within the chilly and the wind, within the rain of a break and tea with milk / its cooler wears a crown / and it catches my consideration / is it additional sugar / or mild sugar? (3) They look forward to a daybreak that won’t come, they don’t imagine that it’s going to not come.
I am ready for one thing to return / I do not assume it should / And oh God, it’s / The tongue is bored with doubting / And within the story / Jail in a braai / Nook in a braai / Within the center o’ the streets and within the cities (4)
They’re ready for a victory that won’t be achieved, a rustic that won’t exist and won’t be fashioned, and our longing won’t be erased. Our historic alternative has come and gone many instances. These are issues that may by no means return, and the careless individual thinks that issues are issues (5), and the careless individual thinks that the world cares about us or our depressing illusions. You do not cross the river twice, and the style of the primary kiss won’t ever be repeated, and neither will the land. However we’re caught, caught, and haven’t any choices. We deceive ourselves with an phantasm of recent beginnings in a brand new nation, ready for the nation to return and for us to return. The reality is that we’ve got been exterior this world for a very long time, and we not have entry to it. Perhaps after some time we are going to overlook. The nation will find yourself in a forgotten nation with peoples combating amongst themselves and no one remembers. Every time, one among them will speak about his success in such an examination, and one among them will speak about opening Al-Kamouniyah and Al-Qarassa restaurant, and one among them will speak about his journey and entry into a rustic Waq al-Waq, and so forth and so forth among the many achievements of the stranded. Occasionally they may point out us within the information. for the Blue Panther group on the outskirts of Al-Dawim . The world is busy with its personal issues and with the tales that curiosity the individuals in it. With adverts for intercourse promoters and the brand new Coca-Cola flavour, and tales about female and male singers, actors, actresses and soccer gamers. Ronaldo and Georgina, with Amin Jamal and the love that left him, with Angelina Jolie, Nicole Kidman and Christina Aguilera, with the tales of Elon Musk, the achievements of synthetic intelligence, and humanity’s entry into its new age. Whereas if you happen to regarded on the people who find themselves caught within the nations which can be caught, you discovered them in the identical situation as they’ve been for years. years? A century in the past, maybe. They’re caught within the tales of the singer who lives within the Gulf and is visited by merchants to facilitate the entry of their items via the port of Port Sudan due to her relationship with the brand new historical rulers. They’re caught within the lewdness of the Quñas, politicians, homosexuals, and the corrupt thieves and troopers. Caught in unresolved needs: Deal with the genie, O worshipers of honor / Forgive me, O Al Hilal Stadium (6), caught in a uninteresting longing: O land of the Nile / O land of goodness / There have to be an early day / It stays the final (7).
Caught in sorrow and weeping. Caught in reminiscences, and reminiscences each night time / your longing opens Baka’s home (8).
The nation has gone to its final loss of life its daybreak to return till our occasion occurs, the songs written by different poor individuals like us, by those that are grateful and appreciative / of lecturers (9) Beware from chopping off a deal of a tree / from drought and desertification doesn’t come to us (10), the nation has gone to its final loss of life and remains to be going, the nation that deceived us with slogans of freedom, peace and justice and from you, racist and smug, to the sunshine on the finish of the tunnel and the promise of ears that was locusts that destroyed us who first believed the promise of Al-Nawar. And launch me from that desolate land: I longed for Sudan/the house of my exile/and the wreck of this metaphor/free me From the fantastic information of the land/Free the mountains from the echo/and the burning avenue Ail of the breeze (2).
Caught in unresolved nations, caught in unresolved needs, caught in deserted tales, and our final prayer is that the conquered nations must be: Al-Fatihah.

1- Abdul Qadir Al-Katibi
2- Atef Khairy
3- Mahjoub Sharif, which is a set of two poems
4- Hashem Siddiq
5- Al-Fitouri
6- Muhammad Muhammad Khair
7- Imad Al-Din Ibrahim
8- Azari Muhammad Ali
9- Al-Tijani Haj Musa
10- Abdul Hamid Al-Shibli

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