Questa lettera mi veniva inviata da un caro amico, che vuole rimanere anonimo, il 23 dicembre. La sua voce merita di essere ascoltata. A lui il posto d’onore in questo neonato blog.
A letter to the world.
I’m a Sudanese citizen. Born and raised in Sudan. We have been the perfect nation to be ruled by anyone. We always kept our heads low and our voices down. We never argued or rallied and for over 30 years we didn’t oppose our rulers despite the hell we have been put through. We always blamed ourselves for whatever it is that faced us. But now it’s more than obvious that it’s not our fault anymore. It’s not our fault that the government drove away our brothers from South Sudan and murdered and butchered them to the extent that they decided they’ll be better off alone without any ruling or any identity than stay with us and endure the hell our government has put them through. And that’s when it all started to fall apart. Economy started crumbling yet whatever money left was never used to help the people or improve the country in anyway. We have been ruled by the best magicians in the world, with the best hiding tricks up their sleeves “how can you make a billion dollars in donations to the country turn to one million dollars?” “ how can you hide millions of dollars in income from gold and petrol without getting caught?” But their biggest trick was how they eradicated the very essence of humanity from our hearts. A Sudanese doesn’t care about his fellow man because all what he’s worried about now is how to get bread and support himself and his family, there’s no time for you to look around and wonder what’s wrong with my country? Where’s the guy who used to wash cars back in the days? Is he still alive? Is he even working still? Where’s the woman who used to bake the Kisra (Traditional bread)? She disappeared without a trace. When a country is in such a bad situation that the currency is just pieces of paper that have no value, that have no meaning. The world doesn’t even know we exist anymore.
This revolution started ages ago deep down in our hearts and souls but it never came out because we were still able to live, we were still able to survive, but now I can tell you one thing, a Sudanese would rather be dead than alive in Sudan. A Sudanese would rather die trying to change this and ensure a better future for his country and family than be alive and watch them starve to death. A Sudanese would rather stand next to their brothers facing the live ammo and the open fires and the rage of a government that knows no mercy and takes no prisoners than hide fearing for their own lives.
This doesn’t tell the whole story, and if I was to write about the country for years I won’t do it justice. And I won’t tell the story as it is because somethings are too much for mere words to express.
Don’t forget Sudan.
Here I am 