Keep your city clean and throw your heads in the garbage. I am currently staying in the Armed Forces Hospital (Alsila7 Al6ibi) with my grandfather and today is day 7 of our stay. This isn’t the first time we’ve had the bad luck of staying here, but no matter how much I brace myself I […]
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The latest hot topic happening in the medical world of Sudan is the recent closure of Khartoum Paediatric Hospital Jaafar Ibnaouf’s emergency room and transforming the hospital into a tertiary specialised referral hospital. This post isn’t about the injustice of this decision, because you don’t need a blog post to talk about that when it’s
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This emoticon has the most useful expression ever. Fits me perfectly. If you know me in person, you have most probably called me (or at least thought of me as) saghaeela at least once in your life. Sagheela is سغيلة/ثقيلة, a word that literally translates into ‘heavy’ and is used to describe someone who lacks
It’s been ages since I travelled (9 months) and my fear of plans seems to have doubled in that time period. After fighting tooth and nail to get 2 weeks off from work, leave certificate, travel permit, travel card and finally the exit visa, I made my way to the airport to board the plane
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Although we still have a couple of weeks to go, 2012 has been probably the most interesting year so far. A year of discovery, of endurance, and of baby-steps towards modest accomplishments. 2009 and 2010 were quite interesting as well (first paid job, lots of travelling, and the most important experience of my life: Hajj),
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There’s been this whole hubbub about some line connecting Khartoum to Heathrow being stolen. I really couldn’t understand what that was about. I thought it refers to something rather than actually meaning something. But apparently, that’s just what it is. The line connecting Khartoum to Heathrow was stolen by some invisible ninja, and sold to
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The other day I was with my cousin, a lawyer and PhD holder with a special interest in children’s rights. She was preparing a paper about the impact of armed conflict on children, to be presented in a conference, and wanted to include an interview with a street child coming from the war zone. We
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Sitting at a restaurant waiting for my friends who are never, NEVER on time (or even fashionably late, just really late) and writing down random thoughts that have been floating around in my head. 1. I always feel like I need to apologize to everyone walking or standing in the sun while I cruise past
Over the years, people have found it more and more necessary to express their rights to ‘freedom of speech’ by insulting other people/institutions/religions/ideas. As if that’s what freedom of speech is all about. Since there are enough people demanding an end to world hunger, war, social determinants of health, racism and deteriorating education, then everyone
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Abshir ya 3aroos! I mean ya 3arees! Ok before anyone says it, this is not a rant about being single. And now that I think of it, when did I ever rant about being single? Anyway, the other day I was discussing the never-ending topic of marriage and all the difficulties we as Sudanese women
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