Echoes of Time: A Year’s Journey Through Sudan’s Heartbeat

Echoes of Time: A Year’s Journey Through Sudan’s Heartbeat

Okay, Fineee!!, In the quietude of introspection, let's stand at the threshold of a year gone by that started with the unfortunate event of a war breaking in my nay our homeland Sudan. This year, a silent specter has not merely brushed past me in its relentless march, but has swept across the entirety of my homeland, touching every soul, and every heartbeat within its borders. It has, in fact, traversed the vast expanse of existence itself, for time is an indiscriminate traveler, leaving its indelible footprints on all it encounters, It is the unseen artist, painting every moment with the hues of experience, the invisible scribe, etching the story of existence on the canvas of reality.

As I delve into the labyrinth of my thoughts, a dialogue with myself ensues. We, the different voices within me, reach a consensus to encapsulate the essence of this year in the events that destiny and the ticking clock conspired for us to experience. I speak not just for myself but for my brethren in Sudan, our hearts beating in unison under the same sun.

I had fancied myself the lone sentinel, weeping over the ruins of memories, engaging in a silent discourse with the symbols and words, coaxing them to yield their finest descriptions of the events that time, with its infinite wisdom, who is both a creator and a destroyer. It breathes life into moments, giving them form and substance, only to erase them in the next instant, leaving behind only the faint echoes of memory. It is the great equalizer, bestowing upon every creature, every entity, the same allotment of seconds, minutes, and hours in a day, yet it is also the ultimate judge, for how we choose to spend these precious grains in the hourglass of life defines who we are, and had bestowed upon us. Yet, I found myself at a loss, unable to comprehend the simple understanding that usually exists between me and the memories that time graciously lends me to ponder and arrange.

The questions that often haunt the corridors of our minds are: What lessons has this year imparted? What milestones have I achieved? How have I healed from its trials? Or am I still locked in a duel with time that is constant, yet it changes everything, It is intangible, yet its impact is profoundly tangible, it is impartial, yet its effects are deeply personal, it might be finite for humans, yet it is infinite in its expanse and its relentless events for the nation to which I belong, my homeland and country, Sudan. I had envisioned that these questions would not merely be confined to the realm of written words, but would find expression in paintings, resonate in music, and manifest through all forms of communication and expression.

In the grand tapestry of existence, every thread is a timeline, every knot a significant event. Time has weaved these threads together, creating a complex, interconnected network of moments, and events, that we have and still experiencing. It is the fabric that holds the universe together, the melody that orchestrates the symphony of existence, it reflected our actions, our choices, and our lives. It is a silent teacher, imparting lessons of patience, resilience, and understanding. It is a relentless warrior, challenging us, testing our mettle, and pushing us to our limits, as we journey through the corridors of time, we leave behind footprints in the sands of the past, live in the oasis of the present, and gaze at the mirage of the future. Time is the path we walk, the guide we follow, and the destination we seek, it is a nation's tale spun in the loom of the cosmos, a poem written in the language of existence, a song sung in the voice of life itself. It is the beginning of everything, yet it will forever be the end of it as well.

However, perhaps the reason for my struggle lies in the very first adversary I encountered this year—the specter of inability. This phantom, once a stranger, has now become a familiar companion during these events, understanding my comings and goings as I have come to understand its every nuance, fate. The grand puppeteer, assigned it a dual role in this cosmic play. At first glance, when the curtains of life are drawn, it appears malevolent, yet, as the events unfold, its character evolves in a masterful arc, leading us to a hidden truth—the truth of our inherent weakness—a truth long concealed or forgotten. Only those with discerning minds can comprehend the true purpose of this character of inability and befriend it after a deep analysis.

Yet, the stage of this year was not solely occupied by inability. The act of surrendering to circumstances played a formidable role. It was this surrender that made us feel as though we were starting anew, from a point we never thought we would return to. It compelled us to relinquish all that we believed we had achieved, owned, and won, as for regret, although it plays a secondary character, played a powerful role. However, despite its strength, the play is incomplete until we learn to overlook regret, deal with it in its true form, and focus on the act of surrender.

Many of us, who once held significant roles in Sudan, now find ourselves engaged in work we never thought we would return to, or even imagined we could do. But all of this, for me, falls under the umbrella of surrender, humility, and the recognition and acceptance of our human frailty. No matter how high we ascend or how lofty our status becomes, fate has the power to assert its dominance, reminding us that there is always a higher and nobler entity.

From this point on, the values of things began to gradually dissolve. Concepts were stripped of the values they once held. Neither belonging, nor academic degrees, nor positions retained their stature. Life seemed to adopt the adage, "Not all that glitters is gold," and it became apparent that not everything that appears valuable truly holds value. All things adopted a neutral stance in existence, and thus the year passed, resembling a distorted figure with no discernible features.


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