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فتشوا لي عروس!!

We live in a country where

the ultimate goal is marriage

And I’m talking about girls

& guys of a certain age

Because in Sudan, marriage

Has a specific deadline

After which you’d be labeled

As bayra/bayrex/bayir/etc

You mostly don’t need love

To get married in Sudan

You just need

زول جاهز

To come asking for your hand

Or a pretty girl in a wedding video

That was sent by your mom

In your غُربة,

To check its girls out

And carefully choose “The One”

Those guys who are “ready”

And by ready I mean financially,

Twenty-something year old graduate

Fixed income, nice salary

Second to that he should have

A respectable, good family

And by good family I mean one

That fits all the racist criteria

That every Sudanese family has,

Thinking they’re superior

Third to that is his reputation,

Does his rep suck?

Does he smoke weed?

Does he do drugs?

Fourth is his religion,

Does he fast? Does he pray?

Is he spotted in

جامع الحِلّة

More than once a day?

If the 3rd & 4th criteria, do not fit

It’s no problem خليهو

Because,

ياخواننا دايماً في احتمال، انو ربه حيهديهو

Fifth is his looks, according

To your family’s taste

Is he too tall or short?

Does he have a nice face?

And FINALLY, his personality

Would he treat her well & stay,

Come hell or high water?

Would he go all John Cena

On our beloved daughter?

If he fits into at least three

Out of those six rules

Congrats, my dear,

You are officially

عروس!

If not,

الله معاهو,

Leave him while you still can

Because aslan your aunt

“مرشحة ليك”

another man

!!!

 

Now, for girls, it’s harder

Because your whole life you’re prepared

For being someone’s 3aroos,

You’re expected to grow your hair,

To have specific looks, like

A certain colour of skin

A certain thickness of eyebrows

Or you’d just have to paint them in

A certain attitude towards,

Everybody around,

You can’t go out alone at night,

You can not laugh too loud

You can not be too skinny,

You can not be too fat,

You can not be too happy,

And you can not be too sad,

You can not simply say

What you think

Because that, is THE most

Terrible thing

That potential 3arees will judge & objectify

You to your very core

And his family will do the same, when they come knocking your door

No matter what a sinner he is,

In his mind, he deserves a saint,

Because that’s the kind of nonsense

Society paints in our brains

So for a guy seeking marriage,

He’d be looking for this:

A girl who possesses all the things

On his (مواصفات) list …

The list starts with two things,

But let’s consider them one

حلبية شعرها طويل

Is usually ALWAYS number one

That’s directly related to the

increasing skin bleaching rate

Sudan will never move forward as long as we discriminate!

Second of all, this lightskinned girl

How is her reputation?

Does she cuss? Does she smoke?

If so, she’s out of question.

Does she wear hijab or not?

Does she have guys as friends?

OH MY GOD how dare she??

This engagement must come to an end!

Third of all, her family,

Do they fit the racist criteria?

Compared to them in the “social

Hierarchy”, are they inferior?

Fourth of all, her career,

This is where guys split into two

And, girls, I’m sorry to tell you this

But it is never about you!

Group A are supportive,

And want her to work

Group B are ignorant,

And FORBID her to work,

And both groups do not

Consider & realize

That this big decision

Is her’s to decide!

And if she works, she can not

Be more rich & successful

Because that immasculates him & he’ll turn very spiteful

Fifth of all, her mentality,

Nobody wants a feminist

She can’t be too open minded

Or have too many opinions

She has to cope with everything

With the least possible objections

She has to obey his every word

With the least possible rejections

Sixth of all, can she cook?

His mom would definitely ask

She doesn’t want this girl

Feeding her son a bunch of junk

Seventh, his mother would have

To approve of every single aspect

And this is always the hardest part

She’d never know what to expect

Every mother of every son

Thinks no one’s good enough

Even if her son’s a meth addict,

Who’s smokes a load of that stuff!

That mother, if nice, will give her relief

If not,

حضنَت الماسورة!!

In that case I’d strongly advise her

To run back to her (بورة)

Both ways, she’d have to

تكسر تلج,

Until it’s no longer retrievable

She’d also have to make it look subtle, & make it look quite believable

And if she manages to pass all seven

You got yourself a 3aroos,

But if she fails, just a single one

كل الحكاية حتبوظ!!

 

So let’s say these two “lovebirds”

Get married eventually

My guess is it’ll most probably fail, & I mean beyond epically

First of all, they’re not in love, & love can not be forced

Sure, it can be faked for a few years, then

حتكتُم,

Of course!

They’d reach a certain stage where they start to get depressed

Affairs start up, all the fighting, & the stress

Questions pop up: was it really worth the trouble?

What could I’ve achieved if I wasn’t in this couple?

I wish i can go back in time, I am not happy with this

But by then they’d be way in too deep, with a house & a gang of kids

So in most cases, for the sake of these kids, they’re forced to stay together…

For years to come, until they grow old & bitter, resenting eachother

My point is, it’s rarely a happy ending, if you decide to get hitched

Based on a video, money, a deadline, or your Haboba’s wish!

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