THE SUDAN I KNOW:MISS ABDU(SUDAN NINAYOIFAHAMU:MISS ABDU)
Like
a kid exploring a new territory, I find myself patting my way to new
information about The Sudan I don’t know. In a way the fact that I
don’t know much to begin with is a blessing as
it insures a fresh and subjective way in approaching the subject and a nearly complete elimination of preconceived ideas.Yet also a curse as I lack the basic understanding of the country’s dynamics that an insider would easily have.
it insures a fresh and subjective way in approaching the subject and a nearly complete elimination of preconceived ideas.Yet also a curse as I lack the basic understanding of the country’s dynamics that an insider would easily have.
Like
most people, almost 80% of the news that I am bombarded with from
international news agencies about Sudan cover mainly a wide spectrum
of morbid issues starting with the south-north Sudan conflict ,and
ending with the troublesome Darfur case, with a whole lot of other
miseries in between. The other 20% would usually cover the occasional
interest that international celebrities show in Sudan from time to
time in their work like the tribute song (living Darfur) by Mattafix,
or by the act of protesting like George Clooney’s protest and
arrest at the Sudanese Embassy in Washington, and so on.
My
interest in Sudan however grew tremendously during the recentSudan
revolution (still
a work in progress). A flood of articles, speculations, and public
dialogs filled the virtual space, between blind enthusiast
supporters, skeptics of the Sudanese revolution ever
catching up with the Arab spring, and the pessimists that
see no use in it all. The sudden spot light shed on a nearly
forgotten/ignored part of the world, heavily misunderstood and often
negatively portrayed in the media steered genuine feelings of hope
and belonging within. Hope of a better future for the Sudanese,
and a sense of belonging to an almost foreign land to me. It could be
the mere fact that people are demanding their rights that steered
such feelings and it could be also that I see my reflection in them.
I can see a brother or a father that looks like my own, that made it
more of a personal experience.
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