A Letter from a Fur woman to Sudan

By Ahmed Elzobier

August 13, 2008 — To my country who has deserted me,
I love you, please return.

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My story is painful, but simple and short

I lived peacefully under the mountain shade,

The extended valley in front of me, mountains behind,

I felt eternally safe, living in tranquility, content,

Never knowing hatred or grief,

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I love all people,

My home was an oasis,

For the lost, the wonderer, and the bereaved,

They came from everywhere,

Before the avalanche my Son

I dreamt that one day I would be The Sudan

What happened, you asked?

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On a bleak day

From the grave of hatred,

Emerged a wolf intent on killing my dream

He plotted, schemed, haunted my days and nights

He killed my children and my trees

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Burned my hut then fled,

He stole my dream,

No one cared, no one knows

Because no one dared speak up for me

I still have the dream to become The Sudan

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I screamed loudly, please save me,

I sent letters from my death bed,

Screaming please save me………..

No one cared, they were fast asleep

But I still have my dream to become The Sudan

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Before it is too late,

Before they destroy my innocence,

Before this place disappears,

Before they rape me, take my virginity,

Before I lose my sanity, please save me,

Please, please cry with me, my Country

To preserve the dream that one day I will become The Sudan.

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Written 9 March 2003, London

* Ahmed Elzobier, is a Sudan Tribune. journalist He can be reached at [email protected].