Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Prowess

She hugged her pain, held on to it tight
Mind you it was her right, for her options were scarce
Her heart told her enough, but her mind loved to amble
And so she carried on in a cycle, with the pieces all scrambled

She heard whispers in the night, voices telling her to stop
No worry is worthy, no grief or short relief
In this battle you’re a prowess, and your valor is boundless
Stride around like a countess; and turn your enemies so soundless

Transform every droplet of every tear ever shed
Into a tributary of power in which you weave and you thread
And emerge from the darkness with the cachet of a queen
The dominion that you harness, is like a new well-oiled machine

You’re a beauty with all your splendor; so majestic and full of passion
All contenders and offenders will surrender, you’re defended
Because in this battle you’re a prowess, and your valor is boundless
Stride around like a countess; and turn your enemies so soundless.

 

Sunday, June 1, 2014

My rock, my Rimbo

Sometime in 2009 I went to one of the first open mic shows in Khartoum. There I met two young and beautiful women, whom I now proudly call my best friends. This story is about one of them, her name is Reem.

When I first saw Reem I felt she was too giddy and cheerful. I was going through a cynical phase and I was right, this girl with the radiant smile had just moved to Sudan and has not witnessed much of the drama that accompanies life in this country.

We met again when I was going through an exploratory phase. This time, at a coffee shop after I saw her announcement on Facebook that the newspaper she was working for was hiring freelance writers for the Arts and Culture section. Little did I know that this was her own initiative, and I later found out she paid the freelancers from her own pocket after the newspapers stopped funding them.

She was a blogger too, and again, I later on found out I had been following her blog for years. I felt an immediate connection.

At the time I sat with her and we both sipped our lattes, I had never written professionally before. I voiced my hesitation to her, yet despite the fact that we didn't know each other very well she encouraged me to follow my passion. She gave me an outlet to do so. Week after week, she would bring me copies of the newspaper and show me my column. People were paying money for this newspaper and they were reading my words. It felt great. We instantly became friends.

Throughout the months that followed, we became so inseparable to the extent that my other then-best-friend used to get extremely jealous. She never liked her because she felt she was stealing me away from her, or something. Little by little I became so close to Reem and she introduced me to the world of freelance journalism. I made a name for myself and eventually pursued my dream, all thanks to her.

My other then-best-friend and I had a terrible falling out the following year. Because of many things. Reem was there for me every step of the way. She sensed how miserable I was and did everything in her power to support me. I got out of that ordeal stronger, all thanks to her.

I have never loved a friend as much as I love Reem. We have been through so much together. When she heard I was in trouble because of my activism 2 years ago, she stopped at nothing in her quest to protect me. She was also being targeted, but she never cared about her well being as much as she did mine. No friend has ever given me that before. I came out of it stronger than ever, all thanks to her.

I owe so much to Reem. The person I have become today; she played a big role in shaping me. She taught me many valuable lessons, among them is that nothing should stand in the way of my dreams. She also taught me that, in pursuit of justice, fear is not an option. I became fearless, all thanks to her.

She continues to teach me something new everyday.

I miss sipping tea with her by the Nile while talking about how useless boys are.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Simplicity, mirages, evil and other things

When people say "it was a simpler time then", I often wonder if time ever marked an era when things were actually simple. I find myself contemplating the real meaning of "simplicity", and if it merely meant the lack of technology that exists in our modern day and age, or if it extended to include people as well.

My conviction is that people are never simple, and they were never programmed to be. The existence of temptation is enough evidence to this; would Adam and Eve have descended from heaven to Earth, otherwise?

If people really were simple at the time Earth was created, then wars would not have been fought and thrones would not have been sought. Power would have remained an unattainable luxury and the masses would have remained oblivious.

The truth is, human beings are very complex creatures by nature. We always want what we don’t have, and if and when we get what we want, we find something else and convince ourselves that we yearn it. It's a never ending cycle.

Which leads me to the mirage of happiness. I don’t mean to sound cynical, yet if life has taught me anything it's that happiness always comes with an expiration date. It's just the way things are; we can never be happy for too long.

I remember a period in my life when I was happy in every sense of the word. I had my health, a job that I enjoyed, a loving family, a circle of good friends and, most importantly, an overwhelming feeling of security and stability. Perhaps I jinxed it, because at that time when I was feeling truly blessed, I wondered what it was like to be less fortunate.

Don’t get me wrong, I still have the same, in a slightly different setting. Yet I curse the times I questioned what unhappiness must feel like. Not that I am unhappy now, just that I am more aware and more exposed to a pool of less than favorable circumstances.

I still feel blessed, but I know now that the saying "happiness stems from within" is what little children are fed to convince them that self-fulfillment is the key to happiness. It's really not all that simple.

Just like people are complex, they are also very diverse. Everyone comes with a different personality and a unique set of traits. Some might avoid misery by living the myth of self-fulfillment, and others will choose to let their surroundings affect them and play a role in their happiness.

If I had to categorize myself, I would say I belong to the latter set.

Surroundings can be a number of things. They can be your family, your loved ones, or even others you have no connection to.

My family means the world to me. Those who detach themselves from their parents or siblings and don’t involve themselves in their affairs intrigue me to a great extent. I don’t know if I can ever do that.

Perhaps it's the way I was brought up. What happens to my family happens to me, despite the long distance parting our ways. I am unable to detach, and I am not even sure that I should.

There is so much evil in this world, and if I am ever blessed to have children one day I don’t know how I would be able to shield them from it. I have seen evil with my own two eyes and experienced it first hand during my detention by NISS in 2012. They left me scarred forever. More dramatically, they left me pondering what happened to my captors that prompted them to become so desensitized and cruel, or were they always this way? I can never find out.

Believe it or not, after confirming that I have seen the worst of the world, I came across more evil than I could have ever imagined. Those puppets that are NISS recruits cannot compare to the new evilness that has emerged into my life. This man I knew, he is the epitome of evil, and is very passionate about it. It is almost disturbingly artistic. 

I can't talk much about him but I can say that dealing with him has taught me a lot.

Growing up I had temper issues. I learned the hard way that I need to practice self-control. This is because my bad temper got me into some serious trouble in the past (you can imagine). I now try to be more zen. 

Going back to the man, he had (still has) a temper as well. He acts on impulse often, and the consequences of his actions don’t seem to be catching up to him yet. I don’t know how long it will take or how much longer I can wait.

He taught me about myself that yes, I can wish harm on someone if they hurt the people closest to me. It sounds horrible but it's the truth. I wished him harm for causing so much pain to so many people at once. 

Anyway.

So simplicity, as well as happiness, are both mirages that we hang on to to help us carry on with our mundane lives. The only thing that is certain is evil. Evil is alive and well, it feeds on the oblivious who believe simplicity is ripe in our society.

Mirages.

Hope, on the other hand, is no mirage. Hope is the glue that keeps many of us together. Hope that there will come a time, whether in the near or far future, when our cycle of happiness will once again emerge.

PS - This blog post started as scribbles on my notebook. Honestly I didn't know where to begin or where my blue ballpoint pen will lead me. This is a confusing post.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

It's worth more than you think

It has been a while since my last blog post. I keep using life as an excuse for my bloggo-hiatus but I have decided to snap out of it. 

Let me bore you with a little story...

I grew up in Abu Dhabi and moved to Sudan in 2003 for college. In late 2012, when I was still in Sudan, I decided to return to the UAE. One of the obstacles that I faced was that my entire family had relocated to Sudan a few years earlier. The thought of detaching and living alone was scary but I decided it was time for me to start a new life. 

I didn’t know what items to take. What do you pack when you're leaving and don't know when you're coming back? I took very few clothes, some shoes and a bunch of photographs, diaries and journals that I've had since childhood. I also took a digital camera that my dad bought me in 2004; back when, if their life depended on it, no one would've known what a selfie was.

I don’t know what prompted me to take that camera with me. It must've been a good 3 years or so since anyone even touched it. I checked that it was working and packed it along with my other stuff.

Canon PowerShot SX100 IS, 10X Optical Zoom, 8.0 MegaPixels


Then I moved to the UAE, to Dubai, where I have been living now for the past 2 years. When I came across the campaign by dubizzle, namely "It's Worth More Than You Think" (#ItsWorthMore), it was the fourth time for me to remember that I owned that camera since I said goodbye to my family in Sudan. The first three times were when I moved out from one apartment to the next one. Eventually I would settle and toss the camera in some drawer, never to be heard of again (until potentially the next time I move out). 

I saw the video and it struck a chord. I haven't used this camera in the longest time, and yet it had more sentimental value to me than anyone could ever imagine. I used it to capture moments from my friends' weddings, my sister holding her first child, my own college graduation, my mother's loving smile, my father's kind eyes, and many images of my beloved Sudan...

I opened the drawer where my camera remained captive. It needed batteries and I inserted them. There were pictures of me hugging my late grandmother on the morning of Eid. We both looked happy. There were many more valuable photos of family and friends. Every picture spoke a thousand words.

I'll be taking part in dubizzle's campaign. My camera is up for grabs to whomever swaps something that is of equal value to them as my camera is to me. Something they haven’t used in a while or don't wish to use anymore… something that's worth more than anyone thinks.