The Abducted Crown

The Abducted Crown

a tribute to late Mohammed Mustafa Khogali, a 16 years old Sudanese student who got shot by government of Sudan police force on Wednesday 9th January 2019. He was killed shortly after among other fellow peaceful protesters.


By Osama Mahmoud

Taj: “Yes, yes I can barely hear you Yumma (mum in Sudanese Arabic); I am with Ahmed, we are trapped at the moment in the main roundabout in Sharie Algasr (Palace Street); Alkajar (police, pro gov. militias) are everywhere; we were mislead by a group of pro government students. All I wanted to say I left my w…..”

On the other side of the phone, Halima: “Hello, Hello can you hear me son? I know they tried to cut off all communications because of the demonstrations. Anyhow, I can’t hear you, my message to you and your colleagues is that what you are doing at the moment may seems little to you, however, it is the same actions done by your late uncle, Jumaa, one of the heroes of 1985 popular uprising against the May regime. I am proud of you and hope to see you later today”.

Taj phone was confiscated while his mother was delivering the speech. A lieutenant in the National Intelligence and Security Service (NISS) took the phone and responded to Halima: “you will never see him again, we shall cleanse the street from

vandals like him”.

That was the last she heard from or about her son. She went back down the memory lane remembering the night Taj was born; it was a cesarean as the embryrical cord got wrapped around the infant neck, however, Taj was a fighter; he survived with little supply of oxygen and food on the final 24 hours before he was born. That’s why his father always believed in him. He is one of four siblings.

At the age of five, his school got burned and he was transferred to a new school; three villages away from his village, Tululu, West Darfur. One day, on the way to school, he got a lift with one of the merchant of the village on the back of a pickup truck. The road was a bit hilly, the driver lost control and hit a tree on the side of the road. Taj flew over the bonnet of the truck and broke his collar bone, 4 ribs and he sustained a minor concussion. He was rushed to Zalingie Hospital for treatment. The road to recovery was tough yet he survived. 15 years later, he passed his exams with flying colours and got accepted to read English Literature in University of Khartoum. His father, Hussien, a farmer has been dead for the last 5 years. His land was taken by the Rabid Speed Force, government of Sudan militias, and decided to sue the perpetrators, only to be beaten by the very people he reached for justice. Hussien fell ill immediately after, high blood pressure, the silent killer, and died shortly after. His wife, Halima, took the role of the provider and worked on people farms to feed her kids. Taj sometimes helped her, however, she was keen for him to finish his education.

Taj said goodbye to his mother and before taking three buses to Nyala, South Darfur, he visited his father’s grave and vowed to continue his education.

From Nyala, a long train journey to Khartoum, his mother packed his suitcase with dry food, cloth, books, pens and all the money she kept on the side for her first born. In the capital, he got a minibus to his university dorm, Elbaracks, where he met his best friend Ahmed, a fellow first year student, who got enrolled to read Economy.

A year later, Taj passed his exams and he is already into year two. He got himself a part time job at a bookshop, in Abujinzeer station, central Khartoum. The money gained financed his day to day. News came from his village is that all the residents of the northern side of Tululu were force displaced into a new IDP camp called Khor Tibish. This was a result of new wave of demographic changes in West Darfur; a policy by the central government in Khartoum. Taj made the journey to his family’s new habitat and observed a look of despair on the faces of all IDP residents. His mother was strong as always and told him to focus on his studies as it is the only way forward for himself and the family. Halima said she is still able to earn from working in near by fields. The very fields that belonged one day to the IDPs.

Taj made his journey back to Khartoum to finish his second year, he became active in university, he joined Darfur Union in university of Khartoum and within months he became the poster person of the group, particularly after one incident where students from Darfur region where targeted after a heated debate with pro government students. As a result, the students from Darfur Union were attacked by NISS, police and the pro government students inside the university, 11 were injured, and one of them was in a critical condition – a knife stab. The attack did not stop there, it later on continued into the students dorm, Elbarracks, where the belongings of the students where removed from the dorms and thrown into the streets to be looted by the attackers. The stabbed student was pronounced dead on arrival to Khartoum Teaching Hospital. Taj and his friend Ahmed escalated this case to the media and also worked with many others to make sure the students were hosted around the capital and no one was left to sleep on the street.

The next day, a group of professors from the university teaching staff plus member of the student’s union plus Taj and Ahmed complained to the Chancellor of the University of Khartoum as well as the ministry of Higher Education and Scientific Research. Also, the group organised a stand on the Main Street, inside the university. The police forces attacked the stand and targeted the group with tear gases. Taj was selectively targeted by one of the NISS personal by live ammunition; his dark complexion not to be missed in the middle of the group . The bullet brushed his shoulder and left a mark on the skin; he survived once again.

Six months later, the situation in the country became worse. multiple factors have lead the streets of the cities to erupt across Sudan. On Christmas Day, 2018, the masses rallied to the streets of Khartoum and other cities calling for the end of Bashir ruling, freedom and justice.

Taj took part in the demonstrations; he joined the masses in AbuJinzer square, central Khartoum, and from there they marched to Sharie Elgasr (Palace Street). The protesters were attacked by snipers located nearby rooftops and police forces on the ground. Taj, Ahmed plus twelves others decided to take a turn where they got trapped by NISS and rapid speed force militia. After the phone conversation with his mother was cut off short because his phone was taken by NISS lieutenant.

Two days later, Halima’s neighbours heard of Taj incident and came to console his mum although his whereabout and fate are yet to be determined. However, she responded to them by saying the following:-

A few days in a dark room, lies the fate of one young groom

Married to a beautiful bride called bravery

Only that her dowry was beyond the silence

He looked down at his fate…

and right in the face of the adversity

He cried “for how long?”

Shaking by that the dictator’s throne

Abduction, detention and torture did occur

While the socialites didn’t give enough care

Is it race? Is it background? Is it class?!!!

Either way, dead or alive…miss bravery salutes you

She hopes that you are safe and sound

A widower or a pride … you made her very proud

Taj means Crown in Arabic, and the fate of her crown even though he often survives, is not yet determined.

It is the responsibility of all to remove the perpetrators and to install justice and freedom for all.

The story is fictional yet it touches the reality on the ground in Sudan. It is also a tribute to young Mohammed Mustafa Khogali, 16 yours old student, who was shot dead by government of Sudan in a peaceful and civil protest organised by the people of Sudan on Wednesday 9th January 2019. May he Rest In Peace. The victims crime that day was their calling for freedom, peace and justice.

حرية سلام وعدالة والثورة خيار الشعب

قصة من نسج الخيال تلامس واقع مرير يمر به الشعب السوداني وهي في رثاء الشهيد محمد مصطفى خوجلي، الطالب، ١٦ عام، قُتِل بواسطة قوات البشير بعد إطلاق رصاصة على صدره في تظاهرة سلمية يوم الأربعاء ٩ يناير ٢٠١٩.


عنوان هذا الشهر: كتاب خواطر من زقاق الفلكسواجن 

عنوان هذا الشهر: كتاب خواطر من زقاق الفلكسواجن 

 لكاتبه د. محمود أبكر سليمان 


إهداء كتاب خواطر من زقاق الفلكسواجن – بقلم الكاتب د. محمود أبكر سليمان

أهدي هذه الخواطر الى عمال المطبعة، الذين يصفون في هذه اللحظة حروفها رغم أنهم يعرفون أن الكتاب لن يحمل أسماءهم. كما تنضاح الإهداء إلى ميكانيكية السيارات المتجولين الكادحين فى شوارع المدن بما فيها العاصمة الخرطوم و الإهداء مقدم لأصحاب السيارات القديمة التى أكل الدهر عليها و شرب و عفا عليها الزمن مقدماً لهم النصح أن يختاروا الحرفي المقتدر فى تصليح السيارات وتفادى مدعى المهارة الميكانيكية الذى يتصيد زبائنه فى قارعة الطريق الزقاق من دون أن يكون لديه مقر ثابت كما أحاول فى هذه السانحة أن أخاطب إدارات المجالس المحلية فى مدن و أرياف السودان أن يظهروا بعضاً من ” التقمص العاطفي” و الرحمة تجاه الباعة المتجولين المجهولين و سيدات “ستات الشاى” الذين دفعهم/دفعتهن ظروف الفقر و الحرمان و إهمال الدولة للظروف الحياتية التى يعيشون فيها هم/ هن جرياً وراء ما يسد الرمق لأسرهم دونما ضوضاء كسواهم من المحرومين و مسلوبى الحقوق أو الذين يعيشون ويموتون بصمت. و أهدى هذا العمل المتواضع مساهمة منى من دون مَنِّ و لا أذى إلى الذين يكتبون الكتب كلها بدون أن أتوقع تواقيعاتهم بالثناء ، وإلى كل الذين لهم الحق أن يشملهم الإهداء و لم أذكرهم لأنى لم أتذكرهم  فأتحمل منهم العتبى حتى يرضوا.

كانت لى فى تسعينات القرن الماضى سيَّارة أو عربية – كما يسميها السودنيون-  فلكسواجن ماركة القولف “ل”   حمراء فاقعة اللون تدخل الغبطة و السرور فى نفوس المشاهدين ذات أبواب خمسة حدباء الظهر –- Hatch Back معمِّرة لأنى قد إشتريتها بمبلغ ألف و ثمانمائة  و خمسة و خمسين جنيه إسترليني. 


إي مرّاي – إرّتِحالية العَاجِلَة الأبدية 

إي مرّاي – إرتحالية العَاجِلَة الأبدية  

هو ذلك اليوم الذي نعترف بوجوده، ونؤمن بحكمته، ونُيِّقنُ بوقوعه، ولكن تأبى أنفسنا ربطه بمن نحب، تصارع دهاليس العقل الباطني كي تمنع طفو فكرته إلى السطح، فبه تكتمل سّنة الحياة التي تحمل في طيّاتها الجمع والفُراق.

فقد تعوّد ولوج كل فج دون إستئذان، غير مآبه بحجاب أو حصن نبنيه لنتّقيه، لا يولي عند نناجيه ونرتجيه بتغيير الطريق، لا يستجيب عند توسُّلُنا إليه بتأخير الموعد، أو إخلافه حتى نفرغ من ما يشغلنا كي نهيئ مشاعرنا لإنفاق المزيد من الوقت في حب عزيز قبل فُراق البين، ولا نؤمن بما قال إبن زيدون في بنت المستكفي عن الإستكفاء باللقاء عند يوم الحشر. فطمعُنا الفطري يجعلنا نُطالبُ صاحب الأمانة أن يُوكِلُنا إياها إلى أمٍد سرمدي.

إرحمهم يا ودود … صبرّنا على فراقهم …

شعرة مُعاوية المُنقِذة المُهلِكة

شعرة مُعاوية المُنقِذة المُهلِكة


غرف الإستجواب: ما الذي دفعك على الإقدام بهذه العملية؟

لم تكن هذه المرة الأُولى التي يجاوب فيها بالصمت، فقد سئل عدة مرات خلال جلسات مختلفة، والمتغيّر الوحيد هو صيغة السؤال. فتارة يأتيه المحقق بلباس المساعد الذي يود أن يستنطقه مقابل منحه الحرية، وتارة أخرى بلباس المحقق اللئيم الذي يود تعذيبه دون الإباه بنوع الإجابة الذي يستخرجها من ذلك الفتى المدلل.


الظاهر: رغد العيش في مدينة الخرطوم، بحري، كوبر، منزل مُطِل على ضِفاف النيل، تقطنه أسرته المكونة من الأب والأم والأخت وشخصه، حي آمن ورب غفور. في خارج المنزل يوجد ملحق، حيث مجموعة من الناس، منهم، الطباخ، السائق، والجنايني، والحرس، كلهم متواجدون على مدار الساعة لخدمة الأسرة الصغيرة.

زواج شقيقته نوال، كان حديث المدينة، فقد تم عقد قرانها، على أحد أبناء السفراء القدامى، شاب يمتلك مصنعاً للمواد الغذائية، من نفس الطبقة المعيشية. Continue reading

آخر العنقود


تحتم عليها تغيير جلدها

فالكل حولها من ذكور وإناث

 قد عاش التجربة 

مثنى وثلاث ورباع

ومنهم من جاف الملة

فخمسوها وسدسوها

وهي جامدة

بانت مظاهر التغيير على أنيساتها

فقد جذبت الملامح الجديدة آخرون

وبهم أضحى كل زوجان متكاملان

فسلكت أحد الطرق الأربعة

للوصول إلى ما بعد التغيير

لم يكن ذلك من أجل الإرتقاء بنفسها إلى الأفضل

ولكن لملاحقة زميلاتها الآئيسبقنها

وعند بلوغها … بدلناهم بجلود

فظلت في مكانها تترقب عوامل أخرى تمكنها

من تغيير واقع فرضته على نفسها أو فرض عليها

من أجل إرتقاء لا إلتقاء

أدمنت الكذب


أدمنت الكذب
ففيه وجدت ملاذ
خرافةٍ وزيفاً يحمل 
في طيّاته دفئ 
زخرفٍ يخفي في أحشائه
أمن راجف يواري خلفه 
طغث حلمٍ لا يكاد يبين 
لولا سراب جنا باب جنةٍ
يداري في كواليسه طمأنينة 
زائلة برزت بعد ان غطّت غشاوة 
بصر أصم سمع فؤاد
…سقم التعذيب
كذب الفؤاد بكفره الحقيقة
…حقيقة المحبس
كذب ولم يخن 
كذب محيطه
…ولم يخن القضية
فدعوه وكذبه كي يخلق
عالم هلامي
يخوض فيه معركة الطواحين
لتُمهِّد له معركته والشياطين

One Fat Kid – A Journey of a Multicultural Comedian from Charlotte to Khartoum


It seemed like scene from a movie, not a typical Hollywood one; The hero in this case was an overweight chap fighting his way through the masses back stage after he has been introduced to an impatient audience.  As he was passing by, the sound man whispered to his ear “good luck man”. He could not reply as a huge piece of muffin was occupying his mouth. He acknowledges the goodwill message by nodding in appreciation. As he got close to the stage, he glanced at a monitor next to him. Three reputable opening acts preceded his appearance. He felt he had to kill tonight. Material was never an issue for an observant person like our friend. After all, he survived a suicide attempt on himself, fighting his demons, as well as a depressive over bearing mother.

Born and bred in Charlotte, North Carolina, a son of immigrants who fled Sudan at the wake of an attack on their corner shop in the capital Khartoum, just a few weeks after the implementation of September’s law back in 1983. The May regime had just shifted its left communist agenda to a right wing one.  This action was driven by a growing close relationship the Muslim Brotherhood lead by Hassan Elturabi and President Jaafar Nimeiry. The off licence shop was attacked as liquor was part of the goods. Another problem was Sam’s mother Jewish religion; Nimeiry, Ariel Sharon and Adnan Khashoggi signed a deal to shift as many Sudanese Jews out of Sudan in an attempt to help populate the promise land of Israel. The infamous Flasha deal torn some Sudanese families apart, ruined business and establishments and most importantly violated people right codes, their will to choice. All of those reasons were sufficient for Ragi to seek safety and financial security for his small family. He managed to liquidate some of his assets and fled his family to Egypt. One year later, the family settled in Charlotte after managing to secure a green card through the UN refugee council high commissioner in Cairo. Samih or Samuel, names which created a dispute ever since Sam was born. His father wanted the former while his mother insisted on Samuel. On Paper, he was Samih but to people he was Sam. Continue reading

Born in Prison (إبن البتول) on Nas With Notespads blog


Born in Prison (إبن البتول)


A short piece I have written to protest the wrong imprisonment of Mariam Yahia was kindly published on Nas With Notespads blog. Since the first publication on the Resudan blog Mariam has been ‘released ‘, a few weeks ago, yet the case is still in the loop of the corrupted justice system of Sudan. In the text إبن was used instead of بنت as a form of disobedience and / or protest.

Born in Prison (إبن البتول)

دارفور عنوان القصيدة…


دارفور ما هو عنوان القصيدة…
Grim reality and lawlessness
عشوائي منظم
A blank cheque was granted
إلى رسل هتلر ليعبثوا
In the valley, and all in the valley
ساووا به الارض حتى إنتضب الماء
Promoting mass deception about the valley’s history
بكت السماء لظلمهم
They thought it’s a blessing
عمى بصيرة او
أياً كانت فالمحصلة هي المحصلة
Displacement for the lucky ones
والموت للآخرين
Provided in many flavours
ما جعلنا لأهل الوادي من خيرة
Rumor has it Hitler has it
براً حرقاً
Antinov on the air
بحراً غرقناً
Before they reach the save shores of
Can’t handle it anymore
قالها الوادي، قالها لا وبدأت تعمق تكبر زفراته
Anything that is not growing is dead
قالوا شغب
Galo sha’3ab!
صرخ الجخ وقال “يا بلاد مليها إلّا العجب”
“Ya mo3rrra*ien sh3r & Adab”
الوادي يا نخل وبرق ورعد
and sand
الوادي يا لالوبٌ وإرثُ
Diversity and history
يا فُندق ويد ومدق
A circle of ladies
بيدقوا الدخن
 In elegance in rhythmic pattern
هن الكرستال
and Hitler is the amorphous
الوادي يا حبُ سُرِق
Amid the daylight
إرجعولي حبي، إقتلعوه من مسجدهم
They said it will destroy the building
قلت انا رب حبي، وللمسجد رب يحميه

Born in prison – ابن البتول


Born amid the storm, born and the shackles suffocated his first day after inception
لماذا الظلمة يا أمي، لماذا الظلم يا أمي، لماذا القيد والعسكر، لماذا الألم في يوم ميلادي الأول
كيف السبيل الى المهد وقد دفعونا الى اللحد، يعشون النعيم ويمنعون عنا العيش، مجرد كلمات يُريدوني ان أنطقها قبل ان يُفكّ لساني من قيده، لست عيسى كي أكلمهم من قفصي
تمنيت ان أنال قدرة المسيح فامسح الدموع من على خدّيك
تمنيت ان أنال قدرة محمد فأرحمك من عذاب سلب سكينتك
تميت ملك سليمان، عصا موسى، صبر أيوب
عطف اليم على موسى
ليتني كنت ديناً يشهد لك اتباع ربه
نفسي تضُميني
ها انت اليوم تحاكمين 
امام الغدّارين
ها هم يقتلون الناس جميعاً بقتلك
ماذا يرجون من طفل يُتّم قبل ان يلامس ظهره المهد
ها انا ذا يا أماه أصرخ في وجههم بكفري بما آمنوا به
من زيف وتلفيق ونفاق وتمييز
أقسمت بالشمس الذي حرموني منها سيدفعون ثمن فعلهم
بلغي عني اليسوع والروح القدس وموسى ومحمد وأيوب ويونس ويوسف السلام وأخبرهم عن مظلمتي
اختم ببصري الذي لا زال غباشاً ولم اتثنى النظر الى وجهكِ الكريم 
وأقول لك ما قاله الأندلسي ابن زيدون
ان كان قد عز في الدنيا اللقاء ففي مواقف الحشر نلقاكم ويكفينا