Once upon a time, on April 6th,
The people of Sudan stopped fearing death..
Being second class citizens in their own homes,
They put on their peace and loaded their poems!
‘Enough is enough, the suffering must end!‘
Oppression was becoming too much to comprehend,
Our souls were done crying; it was time for a stand,
So we held each other’s hands and set out to save Sudan..
Al Arabi was quiet, but our silence was LOUD,
And we lingered in the shadows of outrage clouds..
They randomly arrested, questioned and searched bags,
Intimidated by people carrying nothing but flags!
As revolution o’clock approached, panic filled my veins,
And Khartoum smelled like anxiety with a side dish of faith..
Five minutes were left but of life there was no trace,
I start drowning in doubt whether this will take place?!
Amnajiya lost hope as they slowly drove around,
دفار الشغب
had already picked up everyone it found..
But hickory dickory dock
The NISS were shocked
When the clock struck one
We burst into sight
And towards Al Qiyada we flocked
It was one for history books..
A day like no other..
In the absence of weapons,
We found strength in numbers!
“أي كوز، ندوسو دوس
ما بنخاف، ما بنخاف، ما بنخاف!”
We chanted for the skies
With our heads held high,
Carrying neem leaves
With patriotism amplified..
We fought through the tear gas,
Became acquainted with death,
If each chant could be my last,
I’ll chant till my last breath!
“Freedom, peace, justice”
Our demands were clear,
We weren’t taking anymore shit,
From Omer Elbashir!
Crowds of Sudanese strangers
Who somehow felt like family,
United against one enemy
Injustice was our calamity..
Our sit-in became utopia..
A miniature sudan..
A place of acceptance..
Respecting each woman & man,
We allowed the love to seal
Each crack of our broken souls,
And drew strength from diversity
To regain what they stole..
Empowering love was in the air..
It was home outside of home,
From barricades to tents,
It was an overdose of hope..
From Sufi singing circles to Christian hymns,
To art filling each corner of our beautiful sit-in,
To white army clinics saving precious lives,
To experts & teachers making our knowledge thrive,
To barricade guards dropping the sickest rhymes,
To raising awareness to NO tolerance for crimes,
To all kinds of professions putting their talents to use,
With passion, love, dedication, no power was abused!
We were our own media,
Our revolution was tweeted,
It was blogged, posted, live,
By generations undefeated!
It was captioned in photos,
Sandwiched in memes,
Reflected in art,
And present in dreams..
“نحنا الجيل البالو طويل، من ديسمبر لأبريل!”
“شالوا الكوز الما عايزينو و جابوا الكوز الأوسخ منو”
Al Qiyada was a dream..
And we were bound to wake up,
But we’d grown so attached
Then it was abruptly stopped..
“يا إنت يا وطنك..جهّز عديل كفنك”
Hickory dickory dock
TMC sneaked up the clock
The clock struck 5
Rapid forces attacked
Hickory dickory SHOCK
They massacred utopia..
They raped left and right,
They killed our dear friends,
They shook our hearts with fright..
They killed unarmed protesters
They shot, tortured, attacked,
Is it possible that military forces
Are this afraid of chants?
They took away our watan..
They took away our kingdom,
They took away our land
And they took over our home..
We all died on the 3rd of June..
June 3rd was a life of pain..
But one thing they could never touch
Is this freedom that remains..
“يا أمي ما تبكي
خلي الوطن يبكي
أنا حاسّي بيهو حزين..
ملعون أبو الجانا
لافح عباية الدين!”
“وسّع مجاري الدم..زيد السجن ترباس
الطلقة ما بتقتل..بيقتل سكات الناس”
حرية سلام و عدالة
الثورة خيار الشعب
ألف رحمة و نور..و المجد لكل الشهداء ✌🏾