The depression of the asylum and the misfortune of alienation (1) – A whale's thorn – ✍️ Yasser Muhammad Mahmoud Al-Bishr
* Tens of millions of Sudanese have been forced by the circumstances of the war to leave their great homeland, Sudan, and leave their homes which sheltered them under cover. They left their homes and their condition said to them: “By God, you are the beloved of God. to us. » If we had not been expelled from your home due to force majeure, we would not have left you at all. They set off on a journey into the unknown, not knowing their direction. protect their lives after losing their property and protect their families, after violations have become the most important element of the battle and the blood of citizens has become worthless. They could be killed for no reason. They were killed for entertainment and to satisfy needs. a desire for hatred and malice that filled the mood of the militiamen who carried weapons. They see in every citizen a bastard, a Fuli and a defunct regime, for whom there is no intermediate region. Anyone who isn't with them is. against them. People who only know violence and terrorism. They take great pleasure in torturing citizens, including beatings, defamation and insults. These heinous acts made asylum and displacement an imposition dictated by the necessity of the desire to survive and preserve. . Captivity following persecution and rape*.
* Tens of millions of Sudanese have left as refugees in a way that the most pessimistic among them could not have imagined passing through these routes, crossing valleys, mountains and deserts. Pregnant and other breastfeeding women, elderly people, elderly people, infants. and others below and above them. You see the dear people at the mercy of the brokers who own the contraband cars. You find the professor, the intelligent doctor and his people at the mercy of a smuggler who practices the ugliest. types of persecution against him, and he hears from him words that the ear cannot bear to hear, in a journey that insults the dignity of the atom of humanity in its ugliest forms, a journey in which the tears of virgins and free women are not enough. finds the slightest sympathy. Everyone in the deserts of lost and lost people is heading into the unknown, so the principle of pride and dignity has ceased to exist, whose nakedness has been exposed by the circumstances of war and the journey of research. loss of security*.
* Tens of millions of Sudanese did not think that they would lie down on the desert sand, lean on the rocks, cover themselves with the labyrinth and sow the seeds of despair before covering themselves with the sky like a blanket collective. , it does not protect them from rain showers, extreme cold or the scorching heat of the sun. However, heaven gives them hope that God is present, knowing, seeing and knowing what souls hide. people pray to God in the middle of deserts for God to protect them on their journey into the unknown, and they are more sure of being called generous and not wanting anything at all from a petty person. All are equal in suffering, poverty, lack of water and provisions, and they are closer to death than to life, and despite this, they cling to the weak threads of hope for the sake of. .. Reach a point that restores lost hope and human balance*.
*Girls like roses awaited a promising future. Their bodies thirsted for acacia, kidneys and straw. There they were, sitting cross-legged among deserts and mountains, and this place was their hope for a recliner that would give them relief. the fatigue of the journey, after the blur had replaced the freshness, the charm and the beauty, and the faces had gone from the effects of the blisters of the sun and the dust of the journey to a distorted painting which hid the traces, and. the faces appeared as they really were, and the rain rose above them, increasing their weariness and exhaustion, and they hoped that the journey of suffering and the unknown would end, to change from the clothes that stuck to the bodies, stained with the sweat of suffering, and particles of desert dust stuck in the bodies, faces on which smiles turned into tears, and joyful, sonorous laughter turned into moans mixed with apprehension and fear*.
Half a fork
* Tens of thousands of deceived young people who were unconscious and chanting like parrots (A bullet does not stick together like a bullet) when they learned that a bullet burns, demolishes and kills, they fled before the Kandakat, seeking a safe place after witnessing the devastation of a country called Sudan.*
A quarter of a fork
*The journey into the unknown of the Sudanese people will continue and all those who meet the minimum conditions of asylum will leave today before tomorrow, because the Sudanese have ruined their homeland with their own hands and are paying the price*.
*And we continue to paint a sad picture*
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