The great beloved is in the queue… waiting for the victory train ✍️ Khaled Haj Ali Aroub
The city located on the banks of the Nile remained high with all its passion, waiting for the train of victory…
And I was touched by this beloved woman who gave birth to many leaders of our country in all fields, starting with Al-Kashif, the genius of modern Sudanese song, followed by Al-Bashkatib Muhammad Al -Amin, Mustafa Sayyed Ahmed, Abdel Moneim Al- Khalidi, Al-Amin Abdel Ghaffar, Muhammad Bakhit, Siddiq Sarhan, Fattah Al-Sagid and Ali's sister Al-Sagid, for generations until it reached the place of Muhammad Sanad, Shabarqa, Muhammad Tom, Iman Bit Al. -Sharif and others..
And all these wonderful people stood on the threshold of the giant Al-Jazeera theater, and their souls were decorated with their membership in the Al-Jazeera Association for Literature and Arts and the Union of Artists and Writers of 'Al-Jazeera one after the other and something else. ..
Just as Wad Medani was a theater of literature and art, it was also the city of independence and beauty, where Professor Ahmed Khair, the lawyer, discussed thought and passion in the newspaper (Sudan Civilization), and the idea of graduates. club, which was born among the graduates of the Land of Tribulation in 1936 to be the core of the Sudan Graduates Conference in the company of honorable people in 1938.
The city did not stop there, especially as it endowed the sports arena with Sudanese football legends, the sons of Santo Al-Fadil and Babiker, and the duo of Al-Hilal Hamad Dafallah and Al -Diba, where the famous tune (Hamad and Al-Diba is a strange thing) and the legends of Mars Sami Ezz Al-Din and Majid and others, and Damdani, the owner of the cup exalted in sport, Sayed Al-Ayyam, Haja Tamam (Our people are Argentina) The Romans are the deans of sports in Sudan (Our union eats audacity) And here is my security…..
The beauty of a soul and an absolute humanity endowed with adversity. We were raised and raised at the foot of his tenderness and his nostalgia. We studied through her the stages where we did not know which tribe we belonged to. and the alleys of the land of adversity: Nouba, Arabs, Adrubat, etc. Our Sunni father, our uncle Al-Saadabi, our uncle Al-Shatout, Labuqnaya and Qandil, another dimension of love and desire…
At Madani, human beings exude creativity, sobriety and conscience. She had previously given birth to Fadlallah Muhammad and the newspaper (I am leaving, my beloved, I am leaving and your thoughts are far away), and the portmanteau knight, Ali Al-Masah, and Jamal Abdel Rahim with his masterpiece (Madani, the most beautiful short story) (Where do you come from, my daughter, and where do you plan to travel? You told me, Madani The beautiful Madani, the most beautiful short story) that the author of this article (Khaled Aroub) matched in his masterpiece (The Gift of the Nile) (He has a glimpse of the Sunni and pure beauty of Hantoub… The gift of the Nile in his eyes came from Madani and its villages..) and both were sung by the singing giant Boud Madani Fattah Al-Saqeed.
And these evenings, these memories and these deep murmurs filled me with the dome and the Hantoub, with the nobility, with Hassan al-Tourabi, with criticism, with Numeiri and the Islam of knowledge, with the citadels of knowledge and pillars of consciousness, the preparatory school, Nashishiba and Al-Ahliyya, and for the cinema, a highly anticipated Farahiya film, and the cinemas went dark, Amir, Khawaja and Rudy, Zamalek, and the Al-Thawfir club and the Palace of Culture have been closed, and we are all on Al-Mahatta Street, next to and in front of the Central Island Tower, at the crossing, waiting the victory train. Which is coming soon…
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