Khartoum Lamatin Returns Again – Whale Thorn – ✍️ Yasser Muhammad Mahmoud Al-Bishr
If there was a holy city for the Sudanese after Mecca and Medina, it would be the Sudanese capital, Khartoum, which has gathered and housed all segments of Sudanese society. It is the most beloved land of God for their souls, in which they have lived. stories, tales and meanings. How beautiful it is to breathe Khartoum in the morning in its three cities, and the sounds of minarets rise from its mosques, and to hear Omdurman, the city of Omdurman and you can hear Bahri Khartoum and. the faithful rush to the mosques, fearing only God. They go to the mosques with nothing but the worries of their lives, but they feel very safe despite the general feeling of difficulty in earning a living for ten years. , but trusting in God and striving to earn a halal living is forgotten. This suffering lasts as long as a person leaves his home in the morning and returns at the end of the day and finds his family resting in safety and tranquility, sharing smiles and feelings. suffer and share a meal, although meager and humble, but they live hidden in their homes, exchanging opinions and ideas and checking on each other*.
* How beautiful, wonderful and splendid Khartoum is when students go to their schools and universities and are full of activity and vitality, dreaming of a more beautiful future and how beautiful is the sight of ordinary people going to their workplaces while they stop in the morning in Jackson, Al-Shuhada, Sabreen, Bahri Market, Arab Market and Market (6) as they gather around a vendor to read the headlines of the newspapers in order to know the latest events and developments. , then they leave and what a beautiful sight there is of the buses and buses that run on the transport lines, despite their poor quality and despite the traffic jams on the roads, because they inflict suffering, trample on pain and may be late for work due to a vehicle breakdown on one of the seven bridges of Khartoum. Despite this suffering, distress and desire, Khartoum was the direction and refuge in times of adversity. Even those who were affected by the conflicts in the different regions of Sudan were demanding security and safety in Khartoum, summing up all the meanings, and their language repeated in great silence: Whoever enters Khartoum is safe until the devil of devastation enters there in recent years*.
*Khartoum reveals itself in its beauty and hidden splendor when you pass through Nile Street, Airport Street or Towers Street, and you do not pay attention to the splendor and beauty of the landscape you pass because the eyes are accustomed to these scenes. , but there are those who roam in the circles and envy the Sudanese people for these blessings and good things they enjoy, and this is usual in Khartoum: one must go out after midnight to attend a funeral at the Hamadal-Nil cemetery, Al-Sahafa cemetery, Al-Bandari cemetery or any of the cemeteries in Khartoum, and return early in the morning with an open heart and making sure that you have fulfilled a worthy social duty. Khartoum used to receive dozens of planes at its international airport. , among them hundreds of passengers and thousands of depositors, who shed tears of farewell and wait for the moments of reunion, and others who embellish life and color it with the brightest and most luminous images. Khartoum is a mixture of things: joy, sadness, suffering, ugliness, beauty, justice, tyranny, familiarity, adversity and conflicts. This is how Khartoum was in spite of everything*.
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* Khartoum became sad on a green Saturday morning and its ears were silenced by the sound of guns on April 15, 2023. People left their homes in disbelief, astonished by what they saw. Their dreams ran against their feet in search of salvation. Thus, Khartoum emptied and its population scattered, between displaced people and refugees, on a journey into the unknown.
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*Even if the water returns to its normal flow in Khartoum, it will be unfit for consumption, and yet hearts will remain attached to it and tongues will sing secretly and loudly, O Khartoum, when will we return?*
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