Everything

2013 will be a year remembered for a quite a few reasons, but mostly for illness, tears and death. I don’t think there’s ever been a year so full of tragedy and exhaustion, at least not in my relatively pathetic and boring life. I’m sure many other people can say different. The one thing I […]

This isn’t really a complete part since the story isn’t over yet. I actually stopped asking and don’t expect anything to happen anytime soon. A few weeks after giving all my papers I was called by the administrative director (the guy who had my file and was getting things done for me) and told that

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

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

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

This is dedicated to the guy who called me ‘3awaleeg’. For those of you who don’t know the story, my last blog was about my observations while chillaxing in the ‘main’ in Khartoum University college of medicine. These observations were comments about college students in general, but happened to be ‘observed’ in the U of

Dear MamaI shouldn’t be waiting for Mother’s Day to say all this, but, being the thankless childrenthat we are, I did. I cannot begin to imagine the nightmare of motherhood thatyou had lived with 6 children, one of which was myself. An ugly child, a loud-mouthedand rebellious teenager, and moody, nagging, volatile and hot tempered

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

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