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

“The twanging of life

Eleventh part : The ash of the past



Every thought of going back to my previous life and myself faded away from my mind as I drove some beautiful girls on that an ugly street near Alwaha mall .. what is left there to go back to anyway with beauty, if ugliness covers all my life ?! .. so I made that decision to go through the ugliness of life to the beauty of girls eyes because at least here inside the pupil I can forget myself in the roars of love wind and eerie silence that covers the surroundings like a dark blanket .. at a distance between closing the eye and opening the same eye again I saw a flickering streetlamp.

Sometimes I feel guilty when I think about all those people in this world who are fighting for their lives or those people who are smoking in the streets and holding the fingers of love and then I look at myself wasting my time in the screen of my phone and wasting my breaths in their cigarettes by indirect way and letting them fade away with the grey smoke "useless as my friend Mawada calls me always" .. but yesterday the sun was setting, leaving behind only darkness which meant, now I can see stars in the afternoon, I stood there in EDC looking up at the sky changing colors from blue to orange to purple to black and the sky never failed to amaze me with all its wonders, with the colors spreading in all their glory and soon the stars started to twinkle and my phone started to ring .. I wished that it was a call from my past but when I looked at the phone screen it was an unknown number .. I received the call and put the phone near my left ear .. no one spoke from the other side and I didn’t have even the energy to utter a word .. so at last I cut the call without even asking who was on the other side and put back the phone in my pocket because I remembered that the past never calls us again.

I stared at the sky and the stars and I looked at the currently half burnt cigarette in a hand of student .. the smoke he exhaled out of his mouth and the ashes of the last breath lying on the ground soon to be carried away with the wind .. somewhere in the back of his mind .. I wished to be a part of them .. the sky, the stars, the smoke, the ashes and everything I am not and everything that destroys me but somehow keeps me alive.”
― Omer Mohamed

“إن قوانين الله هي التقدم، هي طريقة حياة، هذه القوانين التي تبني أكثر المجتمعات تقدمآ و تحضرآ، و لما كان مهلك الحضارات و مدمر المجتمعات هو الانفتاح، و لما كان الانفتاح شريكآ دائمآ للحضارة و التقدم، و لما كانت الرزيلة رفيقآ دائمآ للانفتاح، كان الله قد وضع قوانيه لصيانة و حفظ المجتمع من الانفتاح في ظل التقدم و التطور و الحضارة، ان قوانين الله و شريعته ليستا عودة الى الرجعية، لا يستوى عند عقل ان تكون رسالة الله لنا اننا خلقنا لنعمر الارض و من ثم يضع الله قوانين لنا ليرجعنا الى الوراء، شيئنا ام ابينا، شريعة الله هي الطريق الحقيقي الى التقدم و الرقي، و هي لم و لا و لن تتصادم مع متطلبات العصر الحديث، بل انها تقدره و تبني معه مجتمع الرفاهية و العدل و الحق و السلام و الشجاعة و التقدم.”
― 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