Tag: #SudanRevolts

{Monologue in my Head} by nubianqSep 26, 201310:55 am

{ThePizza/HotDog/Children’s Revolution}

This is not an analysis or quip on what is currently happening. Not even a poem, or well written homage just a way to let the words come. To make sense. With the sights of […]

{Monologue in my Head} by nubianqOct 25, 20121:26 am

Sudan is {EXPLICIT}

Am at a standstill. News after shitty news keeps assailing my ears & eyes but like any good fairytale I wanted to be able to write a story where even when things looked bleak, there […]

{Monologue in my Head} by nubianqAug 28, 20122:14 am

{Floods v. Housemaids: Sudan is Unaware}

First featured in Muftah on Aug 27, 2012 I’ve been washing dishes. Lots of dishes. It is my oasis from the hustle, the bustle and the noise. And if there are no dirty dishes? I wash […]

#SudanRevolts by nubianqAug 15, 20125:44 pm

[A Sudanese Summer: The Sudan Revolts One Month On] By #SudanRevolts*

Originally Posted on Muftah.Org on Aug 15, 2012 | http://muftah.org/a-sudanese-summer-the-sudan-revolts-one-month-on/3/ Artist: Khaled Albaih. All rights reserved. On the evening of June 16, 2012, female students living in the University of Khartoum dormitories demonstrated against increasing accommodation […]

{Monologue in my Head} by nubianqAug 1, 20126:14 am

{A Bona Fide Deen}

Published in Muftah We all remember our first days of fasting; the look of pride and elation at finally being able to partake in this very grown up thing, smugly refusing any juice-boxes with a […]

{Monologue in my Head} by nubianqJul 11, 20121:32 am

{Sudan Needs Our Devotion!}

Published in Muftah I’ve been going through a technicolor brouhaha of emotions. We’re all experiencing these stages; first it was weightless elation, then suffocating worry, and now… doubt. You know that heavy doubt, like that Meryl […]

{Monologue in my Head} by nubianqJun 30, 20123:06 am

{The Agony of the Sudanese Diaspora}

Published in Muftah Something awe inspiring is happening right now, right at this very moment in Sudan, as I type these words. Something that we could only speak to our pillows about at night, sending […]