Omer Mohamed

“يومآ بعد يوم يجبرني هذا العالم المتكلف بأن أكون رجلآ طبيعيآ روتينيآ، يطالبني بأن اتصرف بإسلوب محدد، أن ارتدي ملابس محددة، اخاطب الانثى بلغة محددة، اتحلى بأخلاق و تصرفات محددة، و كل من يخالف هذه الأساليب يعتبر خارجآ عن القانون و غير كامل التربية و غالبآ ما يرجعون الامر الى خلفية الفكر و الاسرة، فلا غريب ان تظهر عبارات جديدة في لغة الميديا و افواه الناس، دائمآ ما اشعر ان هذا العالم يحاول نبذي و تقييدي، إلا أنني في الأشهر القليلة الماضية منذ ان التقيت بلليان وجدت فيها حرية و سلام، يومآ بعد يوم صرت اجد فيها ملاذآ امنآ يأوي رجلآ من اشباح هذا العالم، و طريقآ مضيئآ اسلكه في ردهات الحياة المظلمة قبل ان اموت، و صباح بارد مملتئ بالمحبة يجعلك تنتفض من فراشك مثل طيور النوء الأبيض.

ﻭﺩﺩﺕ ﻟﻮ ﺃﻗﻮﻝ ان لليان هي النور الذي يهدي البشر و لكن الهداية هي الانطباع الذي يأتي عن طيب خاطر و لليان خلق وجهها ليزيل عني غبار الكئابة و الحزن و التعب، شفتاها تحملان نهرآ من الابتسامات تشق قلبي لتروي روحي، فيعلو وجهي راحة نفسية لو تجاهلتها لتبخرت و تصاعدت لتتساقط مطرآ يروي جفاف نفوسنا، رغم انها عشرينية و لكنها كطفلة عذبة طرية بسيطة رقاقة حلوة مدللة، رغم انها خجولة و طابعها الخوف و لكنها قطة سوداء و فتاة الجنون و المستحيل و التمرد و الثورة، رغم انها قصيرة متطرفة الانف و لكنها الحياة و الحب و الجمال و الاكتفاء في ذات انثوية واحدة مستقلة ثابتة لا تقبل التغير و لا تروج للتزييف و التطبيع و الصناعة، لليان تلك الانثى ﺍﻟﻤﺬﻫﻠﺔ ﺍﻟﻐﺎﻣﻀﺔ الواضحة ﺍﻟﻤﺘﺨﻔﻴﺔ الظاهرة ﺍﻟﻤﺘﻮﻫﺠﺔ الباهتة في ان واحد و لكنها الانثى الانيقة ﺍﻟﺸﻬﻴﺔ الجميلة ﺍﻟﺸﻘﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﺒﻬﻴﺔ القصية الحنونة التي حازت كل ﻣﻔﺮﺩﺍﺗﻲ.”
― Omer Mohamed

“The twanging of life

Thirteenth part : The essence of the beauty is unity in variety



We are only able to contempt and treat people in a bad way, when we forget that the other person belongs to us and to the society as well as we too, when we only forget that in the form of doing the action, there is a strong relationship between the subject and the object so avarice, violence, egoism, sadness and looking at others as pawns of market's chess to get money arise from losing their unity, from forgetting their spirit of cooperation and collaboration and then starting perceiving others in terms of their individual differences.

A humanitarian action that isn't intended to be done can make a huge storm of humanity, a single word can give people the feeling of unity, just like every time when a person passes by you and you say for him "السلام عليكم" both of you start to feel like there is a candle within both of you turning into clemency, the more love, the more mercy and the more salaam you show on your face the more light is reflected form that candle, you should start thinking that, greeting the people is proclamations of peace, every time you say "السلام عليكم" to a stranger your heart admits over and over again that we are all united, what I am trying to say is, in your heart's deepest place where the onus of your ego are fallen to pieces and the enigma of your soul is infiltrated, you find the awareness isn't different in any way from what all others may find, the mutuality of Sudanese people is appeared as the sun in the morning but only when our own humanness is surpassed our own dishumanness by accepting that we are all one in the fact that we are all made of diversified differences.

We are all equal in the fact that our own society is made by different tribes, we are all the same in the fact that we will never have the same colour, life, thinking, dreams, feelings and luxury, we are united by the reality that Sudan is able to combine all colours, all cultures, all tribes and all of us in the fact that every one believes his tribe and culture are distinguished and individual, we are compatible in the reality that we are all recaptured to this country by the same history, the same conditions of living and the longest river in the world that all of them together give us a light to shine the darkness that covers the sky to allow for us to walk as one hand in the right direction, we don't share the colours but we share the blood, we aren't equal in existence of happiness but we drink River Nile's water that keeps us alive, we are different in existence of tribes but we share the same air that is blended by our breath, so I am you as much as I am me and you are me as much as I am you.

Finally swingeing internal ructions and overmuch narcissism of a society devastate the tissue of its unity, not the differences of that society, Lord Robin said that unity begins at home within family is the strength to survive and win the fight of life.”
― Omer Mohamed

“ﺍﻟﻄﻤﻮﺡ ﻳﺎ ﻣﺎﻳﺎ، ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻟﻜﻠﻤﺔ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺑﺖ ﻻ ﺍﺣﺐ ﻧﻄﻘﻬﺎ ﻭ ﺣﺰﻓﺖ ﻣﻮﻗﻌﻬﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﺳﻄﺮ ﻟﻐﺘﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺳﺘﺒﺪﻟﺘﻬﺎ ﺑﻜﻠﻤﺔ ﻫﺪﻑ .. ﺍﻧﺎ ﻟﻢ ﺃﺗﺠﺎﻭﺯﻙ ﻳﻮﻣﺂ ﻷﺟﻞ ﻃﻤﻮﺣﺎﺗﻲ ﺑﻞ ﺃﻧﺖ ﻣﻦ ﻓﻌﻞ ﺫﻟﻚ .. ﻟﻄﺎﻟﻤﺎ ﻛﻨﺖ ﺃﻗﻒ ﻫﻨﺎﻙ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺨﻠﻒ ﺃﺷﺎﻫﺪ ﺗﻠﻚ ﺍﻟﻌﺮﺑﺔ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﻄﻠﻘﺔ ﺑﺄﻗﺼﻰ ﺳﺮﻋﺔ ﻟﻬﺎ ﻋﻠﻲ ﻃﺮﻗﺎﺕ ﺍﻻﻳﺎﻡ ﻭ ﺍﻟﺴﻨﻴﻦ ﻭ ﺃﻧﺎ ﻻ ﺃﺭﻯ ﺇﻻ ﻇﻬﺮﻙ .. ﻟﻄﺎﻟﻤﺎ ﻗﻠﺖ ﻓﻲ ﻧﻔﺴﻲ " ﺳﺘﺒﻠﻎ ﻗﻤﺔ ﺍﻟﻤﺠﺪ ﻳﻮﻣﺂ ﻭ ﺳﺘﻌﻮﺩ ﻣﻦ ﺟﺪﻳﺪ " ﻭ ﺃﺷﻐﻠﺖ ﻧﻔﺴﻲ ﺑﺘﻌﻤﻴﺮ ﻣﺎ ﻟﻢ ﺗﻼﺣﻈﻴﻪ ﻭ ﺑﺘﺮﻣﻴﻢ ﺗﻠﻚ ﺍﻟﺘﺸﻘﻘﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺳﺘﻜﻮﻥ ﺍﻟﺴﺒﺐ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻧﻬﻴﺎﺭ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﺼﺮﺥ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺷﻴﺪﺗﻪ .. ﻛﺎﻥ ﺍﻟﻤﻤﻜﻦ ﺃﻥ ﺍﺩﻋﻪ ﻳﻨﻬﺎﺭ ﻟﺘﻌﻮﺩﻱ ﺍﻟﻲ ﻧﻘﻄﺔ ﺍﻟﺒﺪﺍﻳﺔ ﻣﻦ ﺟﺪﻳﺪ ﺣﻴﺚ ﺃﻧﺎ .

ﺍﻟﻤﺸﻜﻠﺔ ﺃﻧﻨﻲ ﻻ ﺃﺳﺘﻌﺠﻞ ﺍﻷﻣﻮﺭ ﻭ ﺃﻋﻴﺶ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﺓ ﻟﺤﻈﺔ ﺑﻠﺤﻈﺔ ﻭ ﺃﻓﻀﻞ ﺍﻟﺘﻘﺪﻡ ﻓﻴﻬﺎ ﺑﺒﻂﺀ .. ﺇﻥ ﺍﻟﺴﺮﻋﺔ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺃﻭﺩﺕ ﺑﺤﻴﺎﺓ ﺍﻟﻜﺜﻴﺮﻳﻦ ﻋﻠﻲ ﻃﺮﻗﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻤﺪﻥ ﺃﺭﺍﻫﺎ ﺃﻭﺩﺕ ﺑﺎﻟﻜﺜﻴﺮ ﻓﻴﻨﺎ ﻋﻠﻲ ﻃﺮﻕ ﺍﻟﺰﻣﻦ .

ﻣﻬﻨﺪﺳﺔ .. ﺃﺻﺪﻗﺎﺀ ﻻ ﻳﺤﺼﻮﻥ .. ﻣﻌﺠﺒﻮﻥ .. ﻣﻨﻈﻤﺎﺕ ﻃﻮﻋﻴﺔ .. ﻭ ﺑﻄﺮﻳﻘﺔ ﻏﻴﺮ ﻣﻘﺼﻮﺩﺓ ﺟﻌﻠﺖ ﺍﺣﺮﻓﻲ ﺍﺳﻤﻚ ﻳﺘﺮﺩﺩ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺷﻔﺎﻩ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺱ ﻭ ﻣﺎﺫﺍ ﺗﺒﻘﻲ ﺑﻌﺪ ﻣﻦ ﻃﻤﻮﺣﺎﺗﻚ .. ﺍﺫﻛﺮ ﺍﻧﻚ ﻗﻠﺖ ﻟﻲ ﺳﺘﺸﺘﺮﻳﻦ ﺳﻴﺎﺭﺓ ﻭ ﺳﺘﺴﺎﻓﺮﻳﻦ ﺍﻟﻲ ﻣﻌﻈﻢ ﺩﻭﻝ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻟﻢ .. ﺃﻫﺬﺍ ﻣﺎ ﺗﻌﻤﻠﻴﻦ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﺍﻵﻥ ؟ ! .. ﻟﺮﺑﻤﺎ ﻓﺄﻧﺎ ﻣﻨﺬ ﺛﻼﺙ ﺳﻨﻮﺍﺕ ﻟﻢ ﺃﻋﻠﻢ ﺍﻱ ﺍﻟﻄﻤﻮﺣﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺠﺪﻳﺪﺓ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺍﺿﻔﺘﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﺋﻤﺔ ﻓﻬﻲ ﻗﺎﺋﻤﺔ ﻣﺘﺠﺪﺩﺓ ﻏﻴﺮ ﺛﺎﺑﺘﻪ .. ﻣﺎ ﺃﺭﻏﺐ ﻓﻲ ﻗﻮﻟﻪ ﻳﺎ ﻣﺎﻳﺎ ﻫﻮ ﺍﻧﻚ ﻧﺴﻴﺘﻲ ﺍﻥ ﺗﻀﻌﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺗﻠﻚ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﺋﻤﺔ ﺧﻄﺔ ﻟﻠﻌﻮﺩﺓ ﻭ ﻧﺴﻴﺘﻲ ﺍﻥ ﺗﻀﻌﻴﻨﻲ ﺿﻤﻦ ﺗﻠﻚ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﺋﻤﺔ ﺛﻢ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺫﻟﻚ ﺃﺗﻠﻘﻰ ﻣﻨﻚ ﺗﻠﻚ ﺍﻷﺣﺮﻑ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺗﻘﻮﻝ " ﻟﻘﺪ ﺗﺠﺎﻭﺯﺗﻨﻲ ﺑﻄﻤﻮﺣﺎﺗﻚ .”
― Omer Mohamed

“ﻭ ﻣﺎ هي ﺇﻻ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻕ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺗﺸﺮﻕ ﻣﻨﻪ ﺷﻤﺲ ﺍﻟﺴﻌﺎﺩﺓ ﻭ ﺍﻟﻐﺮﺏ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺗﻐﺮﺏ ﻣﻨﻪ ﺷﻤﺲ ﺍﻟﺤﺰﻥ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻟﺪﻧﻴﺎ ﻓﺘﻨﻴﺮ ﻇﻠﻤﺘﻬﺎ ﻭ ﺗﺰﻳﻞ ﺣﺰﻧﻬﺎ، ﺍﻧﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻨﺴﻤﺔ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺗﺤﻤﻞ ﻓﻲ ﻃﻠﺘﻬﺎ ﻧﻌﻤﺔ ﺍﻟﺨﺎﻟﻖ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺍﻟﻌﺒﺎﺩ، ﺍﻧﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻬﻮﺍﺀ ﺍﻟﻤﺘﺮﺩﺩ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻳﻬﺐ ﺍﻟﺼﺎﺋﻢ ﻧﻔﺤﺔ ﺑﺮﺩ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺠﻨﺔ ﻭ ﺍﻧﻬﺎ ﻛﺎﻟﻤﻌﺮﺍﺝ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺗﻌﺮﺝ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﺓ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻤﻸ ﺍﻷﺩﻧﻰ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﻤﻸ ﺍﻷﻋﻠﻰ ﺣﻴﺚ ﻓﺮﺩﻭﺱ ﺍﻟﻨﺠﺎﺓ، ﺍﻧﻬﺎ ﻧﺒﺾ ﺍﻟﻴﻮﻡ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺡ ﺳﺎﻋﺎﺗﻪ ﻭ ﻛﺄﻥ ﻓﻲ ﻳﺪﻫﺎ ﻣﺎﻫﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﺰﻣﻦ.”
― Omer Mohamed