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(Hello everyone. Before I begin typing, I want to let everyone know that I am from North Sudan. Much of my life I’ve spent outside my country, and so I don’t really belong anywhere. I have shut myself off from my own environment and scrounged the internet for reading material for the last 3 or 4 years. And in a time of great difficulty, and sheer hatred and despair, I wrote this:)

When the French stormed the Bastille, what did they ask of the future? That Robespierre rule over them with terror?

When the Iranians united in strikes by the tens of millions, what did they ask of the future? That Khomeini rule over them with dread and humiliation?

When Russian soldiers stormed the Tsar’s palace, what did they ask of the future? That they become Communism’s first guinea pigs?

When Khartoum rose in intifada in April 1985, what did they ask of the future? Omar al-Bashir, Hassan al-Turabi and Ali Osman Mohammed Taha?

**

When the country is on the verge of implosion,

and nobody seems to see it,

when the old Islamists are waiting,

when the nationalists are waiting,

to seize power,

when the military is weak,

when the mercenaries are willing,

when there lies no vision for the future ahead,

then

we should look to how Somalia fared

shortly after 1991.

**

There is no future where the past is a mystery,

There is no change when lessons remain unheeded.

There is no unity when a dozen parties fight for the throne.

There is no civilization when the people crave revenge.

**

In 2015,

The world will witness from North Sudan,

The worst acts of savagery done in years,

The wholesale destruction of Khartoum,

Mass murders with every round,

Starvation in Khartoum,

Fighting in the streets,

Killing over rations of food.

How blacks in America riot and rule over themselves,

So shall the people of Khartoum.

The outpouring of refugees

Into Europe

Who will demand, demand and demand,

Because they heard from their wretched homes

About those generous people who provide a whole living

Out of compassion

Then will they hit the tables with their fists

Demanding housing, clothing and flood,

And then will they rape the local women

And murder the local men

And molest the local children

Because that is their culture

The magnificent culture of the North Sudanese.

Either Sisi or Obama will come to the “rescue”

And invade North Sudan,

Better off Obama than Sisi

Better off Marines than Muslim soldiers.

Marines distrust and kill on mere suspicion.

Muslim soldiers rape young boys and girls.

The whining and complaining will stop.

The people of Darfur

The people of Kordofan

The people of the Nuba Mountains

The people of the upper Blue Nile

The Bejas

The Nubian-speaking Nubians

In the north

Will switch places with the Jalläb

Who will be cursed for their folly

For decades and decades

With humiliation and marginalization

With distrust and hatred

For being Arabic

For being chauvinist

For being cowardly

For being in denial

For being foolish

For being hateful

That is their price to pay

For 58 years of deeds done.

**

One day,

The wise

The hardened

The weary

The clear of vision

The acknowledging of truth

Because they have no reason to lie

Because they have nothing to lose

Will laugh at the fools

The Jallab!

For their stupidity

For their hubris

For their sheer cowardice

For their fleeing from reality

For their fleeing from death

For their pathological lying

For their lying to themselves

And convincing of themselves

That they are the most graceful creatures to sit by the Nile

That they are the most brave warriors to have never fought a war

That they are the most manliest of men

How they assert their manhood

By tying a long turban

By grooming a heavy moustache

By staring deeply

By appearing manly!

**

The meek will inherit the Earth

The meek will run the new state(s)

They will look at the Jalläb with pity

And shake their heads in contempt

At this pathetic creature

That has learned nothing new

That still hounds about its wounded pride

That still sings of false glories

That never happened in the past

That demands its day in court

For all the wrongs done to it.

But alas!

The Jalläb,

A submissive coward

A forgetful coward

A sensitive coward

A humorless coward

A sycophantic coward

A fearful coward

Will know its new master

The Egyptian soldiers?

The Ethiopian soldiers?

The US Marines?

With the Egyptian soldiers

Comes the Egyptian culture

With the Ethiopian soldiers

Comes the Ethiopian culture

With the Marines

Comes the American culture

When the Jalläb meets his master

The Jallab will know his master

The Jallab will submit to his master

The Jallab will copy his master

The Jallab will never insult his master

The Jallab will never take insult from his master

Without a whimper of protest.

**

When will the Jalläb become his own master?

When he stops bleating about 1899,

And looks to avenge for 1504.