Monday, June 3, 2013
A tribute to Israa Baboud
Sudan used
to resemble the country of peace and happiness. As my mother says: ”Once upon a
time in Sudan”. Now when I
think about Sudan, I have a different perspective. I see sadness, injustice,
favouritism and Death. Yes I see death in very corner. Today Israa Baboud
passed away. I met her once or twice and I wouldn’t recognise her if we met by
any chance. But she is ( I refuse to use was-the past tense- because I believe
the dead never leave) a sister of one of my friends. She is a daughter of
parents who are trying to hold down their tears to be strong for their other
children. She is a friend to lots of people. She is 20 years old. Cause of
death? A reckless driver whom I believe is not qualified to drive. Sudan has a
very high car accidents records. Either lethal or not, many of our youth are
involved and its and ascending. I am wondering why no one is worried about
their life. Is it because we are living this systematic life? Or is it because
of the all kind of frustrations and pressures we are living through? Many
questions are to be answered. One is in the top of head. Why there isn’t any
police officer stationed in the hospitals or at least the major ones with the
stupid document required? Why a victim of a car accident isn’t allowed to get
treated till they get the accident’s report? It’s not like they are going
anywhere. They have just been hurt! And you can take the person who caused the
crash to the station and do the paper work. It isn’t that hard to do. But we
don’t care about the humans any more. In many cases lot of people bled to death
waiting for the report to arrive. And ironically, sometimes you can find an
officer but without their paper and his excuse is: we ran out of paper. Guess what,
smart pants. You can always have extra paper or check if you’re running out of
the stupid document. It is utterly unaccepted to lose our battle with destiny
because of stupid Engaz-made regulations. Where’s our dignity as human? Police
officers are usually a school dropout, are playing god. Determining who and how
we live. I have my better of respect to the role of police and as many children
I dreamt of saving the world wearing a police uniform. Reality shocked me
irreversibly after living in Sudan for almost a decade now. Police is to me is
the hidden enemy which everybody knows about afraid of pointing to. It’s like
our own version of” The God Father” only the authorities are the mafia now. Sudan
which grave we’re digging? Ours? Yours? Everybody’s?
Finally After two years, am writing again. writing has always been a great pleasure.
any way am not trying to sell my self or anything but i will try to write as often as i could.
what am writing about today is unemployment in Sudan, as many know Ive recently resigned from my job. the first reaction i heard from people was: "are you crazy?" or " this is not acceptable, now how you gonna live?" knowingly that i have a bit of a luxurious life style.
my answer to them was my motivation. the fact that I want to follow my dreams. I've been working in a place that I hated. Doing something I really REALLY hate, in the process I lost many things. most importantly TIME.
Am not saying I regret Unity High School, I had an amazing three years there, but the question is should we give up or dreams for the sake of living? or should we fight for it?
Most people answered very negatively. 90% said they lost their dreams along the way, and FWI we are 24-26 years. It's our time to dream and to achieve. It's our moments. nothing is given very easily, and if it was, then there's a problem. We want a better Sudan, yet we arent willing to fight for it. see the irony?
today's post wont be very long, but I want you to think of one thing, what is your DREAM? What is the biggest Fear?
take a moment and think about it
any way am not trying to sell my self or anything but i will try to write as often as i could.
what am writing about today is unemployment in Sudan, as many know Ive recently resigned from my job. the first reaction i heard from people was: "are you crazy?" or " this is not acceptable, now how you gonna live?" knowingly that i have a bit of a luxurious life style.
my answer to them was my motivation. the fact that I want to follow my dreams. I've been working in a place that I hated. Doing something I really REALLY hate, in the process I lost many things. most importantly TIME.
Am not saying I regret Unity High School, I had an amazing three years there, but the question is should we give up or dreams for the sake of living? or should we fight for it?
Most people answered very negatively. 90% said they lost their dreams along the way, and FWI we are 24-26 years. It's our time to dream and to achieve. It's our moments. nothing is given very easily, and if it was, then there's a problem. We want a better Sudan, yet we arent willing to fight for it. see the irony?
today's post wont be very long, but I want you to think of one thing, what is your DREAM? What is the biggest Fear?
take a moment and think about it
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