How do I describe it? You have been there every step of the way. You have been my only support when I was abandoned by all and loved by noone. You have been the answer to my prayers and the balm on my wounds. You havetaken me by the hand and guided me through the […]
Isn’t it the most irritating thing when you wake up to the reality that things are actually nothing like you thought they were, and that, deep down inside you knew that all along? You suddenly realise that the uneasy feeling of things not being quite right was true. And you also realise that that feeling
Ibrahim jumps off and Abbashar slows to a stop again, as a woman waddles up behind the bus, a 4×4 carrying roughly 200 shopping bags and dragging a long line of kids with ice creams behind her. She roughly pushes Ibrahim out of the way to get on. If students are every bus driver and
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All this talk these days about hajj brings back all sorts of memories. I always used to wonder why some people went to hajj year after year. Was it because these days it’s a sign of wealth and a sort of status? I wouldn’t doubt that, since in our country a certain proportion of people
2 There are a number of occupational hazards associated with being a kumsari. Any job that necessitates dealing with a large number of people at a close range has its dangers. For example, jailers and their prisoners; teachers and their students; waiters and their customers; and kumsaris and their passengers. The general area of Khartoum
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The thing about working in the ER is that at some point you kind of feel like you live there. You’re there at all hours of the day and night, weekends, national holidays, birthdays, etc. You see the same faces starting from the security boys to the orderlies, nurses, cleaners and of course the doctors.
I wonder what it feels like. Does it feel refreshing? Does it feeeel….. liberating? I guess it depends on how you feel about it to start with. That peice of cloth that you were either asked/forced to wear because you ‘should’ or decided to wear yourself because you didn’t know better. Whatever the reason, you
There is a well-know myth surrounding the profession of medicine. A number of myths actually, but the biggest myth of all, and the one most frequently thrown in the face of teenage wannabe doctors, is that its all about studying. You’re going to be studying for the rest of your life. Its really hard, with
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So basically, alQathafi died, Allah yer7amo Inshallah. I say Allah yer7amo, because where he’s heading he’s going to need it. I kind of didn’t expect it to end this way. Dragged out of a drain pipe, barefoot and bleeding, hair straggled all over the place, pushed around, photographed and laughed at. And then eventually shot
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I am beyond doubt the worst child ever born to a family. I’m sure everyone hates me. If I had me as a family member I would hate me as well. A while ago I had a flat tire and Baba was away somewhere, Mexico I think. Or Salalah, can’t remember, anyway he wasn’t here