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– Introductions –

What you see here are some rather old, & some rather new pieces of mine. Some fiction & some non-fiction. In this space I can lay down this heavy atlas, stretch out my aching shoulders and crooked spine, stand & just… breath.

So I welcome myself, welcome you, invite you to rummage through these works, & I hope you leave with something, anything after reading my words.

Journal entry 01.25.2018 "It is with bittersweet pride that I look at Aswan. I want to say that I am proud of the developments, the keeping intact of our heritage, but also can't help feeling jealous… immensely saddened and reminded of what we lost as a people split in two, & what we could've been united & the hijra/exodus had never happened, what Wadi Halfa would be today, and how we've all become muhajireen/immigrants… if Halfa never drowned and we'd stayed… if all of Sudan were stable none of us would leave. I can only think of the could've beens as I am surrounded by all this beauty." #Nubianqtravels #Aswan #Egypt #Nubians #Africa

#Khartoum and it's doorways #Sudan #Africa #travelsudan #Nubianqtravels

Target practice #sudaneseassassin #Africa #Sudan #Khartoum #nubianqtravels

Walking around Nimra etnain #Africa #Sudan #Khartoum #nubianqtravels

One of my favorite entrances #Khartoum #Sudan #nubianqtravels

Khartoum and it's hidden treasures #Africa #Sudan #Khartoum #nubianqtravels

Haunted house of Nimra Itnain cont. Story goes that this particular building belongs to a family who over the past decades have been unable to rent or sell due to it being 'unlivable'. No tenant stays long, and any deal mysteriously doesn't fall through… just bad luck. It didn't help that as I was taking these photos (safely across the street because I'm chicken-shit) this kid pops out of the darkened doorway, stands there and then just as suddenly disappears. With maghrib approaching I of course panicked & decided 'nope… not today'. Never mind that clearly someone lived there, and there were probably voices of family members coming from indoor. The fear of the idea of the unseen outweighed logical sense. #Africa #Sudan #Khartoum #nubianqtravels

"I am embarrassed to admit that if the story of Benjamin and Awad had only been a written article, it would not have affected me this much. Due to the volume of stories I’ve heard and read about the vast types of injustices faced daily in Sudan, I have become grossly desensitized. This only proves the need for more documentation like this. It is a testament of Mr. Suhaib Gamelbari’s skill in providing a rare window into the lives of Benjamin and Awad. Beautifully & poignantly captured, we not only see their life’s work but become invested in their personal stories and left haunted by it’s harrowing end." To read more click the link in my profile. Read, discuss and share. #Sudan #Africa #Historicalarchives

The Haunted House of Nimra Itnain The only time we like to talk spooky things is late at night, usually during a power outage, surrounded by family & having an older relative, an aunty or 7abooba recount stories of maskoon homes, beautiful women attracting the attention of jealous and infatuated jinn, curses, legends, exorcisms… and after all go to bed, you sneak to share the martaba with a sibling because you're scared out of your mind (forget going to the bathroom) #Africa #Khartoum #Sudan #nubianqtravels

After filling the karsha with the succulent meat of soug al naga, you'll find yourself in a food coma which is why the tactfully placed 3angaraib are perfect. Then they place this metal bucket, cold to the touch, and filled with هضّامة /غُباشة a mix of yogurt, 7up, and non-alcoholic beer. Frothy, light and delicious it helps to digest the heavy meal… making it a very reasonable idea to go for another round of meat. #Africa #Sudan #Umdurman #sougalnaga #nubianqtravels

Of all the spots I have eaten meat, Soug Al Naga is the only place where after I have devoured the pieces I suck on the bones with absolute delight. I've tried to catch the secrets of the women who cook, and when I'd ask what do they put exactly they'd always coyly respond with 'nothing special… salt'. Behind her feet, stored under the 3angaraib she has a container containing thick ground sea salt (with other spices I've yet to figure out) that she sprinkles towards the end… its the strips of fat that make the meat taste like butter… or maybe its the heat of the coals… or maybe it's the location but I have yet to taste meat as succulent… as delicious… as just divine in Soug Al Naga. #Africa #Sudan #umdurman #sougalnaga #nubianqtravels

Butcher cuts the meat #Africa #Sudan #Umdurman #nubianqtravels

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– Reader’s Two Cents –

	Awad M Elhassan on Scene ٢
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Scene ٢
{Benjamin and Awad: Our Unsung Heroes}
Scene ١
{ام العريس / mother of the groom}
{Privilege of Silence}
{These Roots}
Tell Her
Here I Am {لَبَّيْكَ}
The Huntress {الصيّادة} Playbook
{The Story Can Resume}
{Umi is/was}
This Charming Man & This Charming Lady {Text}
This Charming Man* Live Performance
{Makana: Sudan’s Very Own Detective Hero}
{ lessالقيمة v. القيمة }
Her Mother’s Eyes
The Inbetween Chick {الفردة “البين بين” }
{ThePizza/HotDog/Children’s Revolution}
{Merry’Go’Round’Khartoum}
#KHARTOUMisDROWNING… & no one seems to care

– Feeling Lucky –

#SudanRevolts Afirca Africa African Cuisine AfricanFiction African Literature African Society Aging Agriculture Beginning Bible Cairo Cancer Celebration Childhood Cooking Culture current-events Dating Death decency duaa Eftaar Egypt Family fasting fiction food frustrations growing up Habooba Home Homecooking Horror Horticulture identity ingredients Islam Khartoum Life love marriage Memories Motherhood Mothers Mourning Mystery Nile Onions Parents people watching poetry politics prayer Quran Ramadan reflection Reflections Seenaya society spinsterhood StreetKids Sudan Sudanese Sudanese Cuisine Sudanese Culture Sudanese Society tolerance Tradition traffic jam waltz Wedding women Women Issues Women Rights

– I’ll Find & Kick Your Ass Warning –

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