A LONELY PALM TREE

Oh you palm tree

Are you like me

Where is your fruit and date

A nice true mate

Oh lark..It is destiny and fate

Of love and hate

Why you is you

!!?And me is me

The breeze and moon

Tell me that..Oh lark

I am a tree strange and pity

Stuck until die

But you lark

Of a powerful wings

Can leave one day

And be free

Narrate to all

My sadful story

HUNTING DOGS AND WELL

Our grand Mom, Alharam, is a women full of wisdom when we are young. During seasons of harvesting dates. We travel to north by train to Karima, then by steamer; Alzahra, to Mora, our peaceful small town, where she lives in her lonely nest. Her husband; Wad Algeed; was dead long ago, so she declared sad fully “I never tie a donkey at a place of a horse”.Under moonlight, on the soft sands. Among dates palms we sat at her feet victimed with marvelous folktales she offers us: “ once upon a time there was a girl called Sara. This girl was living with her father, Wiwa* at Jaba village on the foot of Komey mountain at the lands of never never, where every thing true was not true. Only fairy tales just like me and you.Water at that semi-avid zooms had the worth of gold, However gold was useless; Black smith in the village bring it from some deep mines in the mountain to use it for making equipment, spears, serous , cups, dishes … so people had to store water, which they hardly got from the little rain in rusted reservoirs, which were suitable place for bacteria to gather till water was senseless, thus most of children used to die before five years.Sarra’s mother died by bleeding just after she had born her only daughter, because there was no hospital or any health assistance. Father Wiwa took care of the only daughter. He fed her milk of she camel. The best animal which can live at those desert areas. Father Wiwa was a respected man among the village, more over he dug a well in his land on the foot of Komey mountain in response of a vision one night. The well had abundant and fresh water too, so people were very happy of having everlasting relaxation and settlement.This happiness, unfortunately was interrupted by the arrival of Kacoom; the sultan of the lands with his armed men and some white men of blue eyes, who called “the angles of hell” because they used to be accompanied by death and sorrow.Not far away. At night the men of Kacoom took father Wiwa to unknown place forever. All people worried very much about his disappearance specially Sara, she was weeping all the time, day and night, but who would dare to utter a word! None. After many days some people went to bring water, but unexpectedly the armed men stopped them they told them that “ The well is for sultan kacoom, his sons, daughters, wives, men and dogs. No one could take a bucket of water unless he pay a certain amount of gold other wise they wait for rain and stagnant water which kills children before they reach five years old”.There after people had to pay for the only assured vessel of life, so the sultan collected a lot of gold, then the white men took it and gage him those instrument, which project missiles with horrible sound to kill human being and animals at a distance and many other things in his palace and the palaces of his men too.* * *After some time people fed up with tyranny of the sultan, so they asked Sara to go to the sultan and told him that the well is her father’s and it is in his land. Thus people must not pay any thing to get water, when she went to the palace and told him her idea. The sultan got very angry and commanded to be thrown out of doors. The armed men dragged her out and instigated their furious dogs at her. Sara ran away screaming, but she couldn’t escape. The hunting dogs were tearing her clothes and her flesh until she climbed an old acacia bare tree. After the dogs had returned Sara came down slowly dragging her red legs weeping deeply and fell in the brakish shade of the tree, then she fell asleep till she waked up, by a strange voice resembling her father’s calling her:- Sara … Sara my lovely daughter.She frightened and tried to see it, but she couldn’t because of the darkness. It asked her:- Who bring you here? - The hunting dogs of Kacoom.- God damn them !! don’t be wary. Get up and go the big rock which is just above the well and remove it !!- How can I remove that big rock? - Don’t afraid. Just go and try it.Sara summoned up her courage and stood up. She find it very difficult to walk but she decided. When she reached the rock she raised her hands calling on God for help. As soon as she touched the rock it moved automatically and roll down roaring like ten lions and settled in the throat of the well. The armed men who sleeping round the well woke up sacredly and scattered away.* * *In the morning people prepared their amounts of gold and came to the well. When they arrived they can’t believe eyes; the sultan shouting and lamenting because all efforts of the blue eyes men failed to remove the rock from inside the well throat.In the evening the sultan asked about Sara but no one knew her place, althought the wind blow her traces although their main source of water was cut, people returned home talking about the high/true justice of God that “God’s mill grind slow but sure”.* * *“ It was finished, jumped and inserted in a hole of the youngest of you”. Alharam; our lovely grand Mom; always finishes her stories in this fishy way. That makes my young brother crying while she was laughing vigorously. God bless her.*

GOOD, BAD AND UGLY

Our grand Mom, Alharam, is a women full of wisdom when we are young. During seasons of harvesting dates. We travel to north by train to Karima, then by steamer; Alzahra, to Mora, our peaceful small town, where she lives in her lonely nest. Her husband; Wad Algeed; was dead long ago, so she declared sad fully “Inever tie a donkey at a place of a horse”.Under moonlight, on the soft sands. Among dates palms we sat at her feet victim with marvelous folktales she offers us:
“ Once upon a time. There was a sultan at the lands of never never, where every thing true is not true. Only fairy tales just like me and you. This sultan was a furious man of a stupid and strange diction, so one day he gathered his false hypogretic followers and orders them to teach his camel how to write and read!!. The were very stonished and frightened too, because this portal man must be obeyed.
Soon after they held a meeting to discus this Haroklis Task, which fall on their imply minds and full stomcks. After a while their Big Boss shouts, just like Archimdus when he discovers his laws of displacement in bathroom.
- I find it !! I find it !!
They gazed at him in surprise comfortably.
- what is it? Our genous wozard.
- It’s Alsheck Farah wad taktouk; our worst enemy, who instigates farmers against us.
- How can you do that ?
He comps his long yellow beard with his dirty claws.
- I shall tell the sultan that no one can do this job better than Alshekh, then we catch two birds by one stone”. He follows
- We get rid of both, our worst enemy and this terrible jop!!
They all agree without exceptions. A day passed the Big Boss told the Sultan, so the concepracy was settled.
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After many days later Alshakh came to the palace. As the sultan was commanded. He was accompanied with four of his excellent students. He agreed with the Jop, but he requested to be offer seven years interval. The sultan agree this strange appeal. The calm gentile man hold the rope of the camel returned with his followers and the camel to the village; Umdwan-ban*. Tag Aldeen, who is the best student of Alshekh was so sad, because he had known the dirty games of Junta of the palace, so he asked his teacher.
- How can you teach this animal?
- Oh my son, don’t worry about me. After seven years “For any event a speech”. Either me or the sultan or the camel may die.
Tag Aldeen and the other followers seem to be discontent, but they utter no word, then Alshakh follows his pearl dropping “oh good sons. Do not sit among rulers, because they distort your principles more than you enjoy their rich and sick life”.
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After seven years the soldiers of sultan came to the village for Alsheleh. He says his prayers and raise his hands for heaven assistance.
Oh Almighty God of all doom

. Let your faithful slave never reach Khartoum’.
The Mercifull Allah fulfills His poor worshiper will
Between Kartoum and Umdwanban

Alshekh was dead and buried in sand.
In Khartoum the flood drift the sultan

out of reach of angry hands.
Then the stupid camel rules the land .
* * *
“ It was finished, jumped and inserted in a hole of the youngest of you”
Alharam, our lovely grand mother, always finishes her stories in this fishy way. That makes my young brother crying while she burst laughing vigrously.. God bless her.
Um-dwan-ban: A famous small town at the east bank of Blue Nile river, where the fire of holy Qura’an studier/ Hewrien shines all the nights.
Heince the name Um-dwan- ban

KNOWLEDGE THEORY

HELLOW IBN-ARABI

Oh those knight of night tribe, who’s beam and light are beauty and truth. In their bliss of solitude, victim with the wonderful enchantment, that envelope every creature in these magical Dom; the universe.
They expressed their feelings in forms of metaphysical poetry. They were the pioneers of art of Tussauf, that nice art which searching for a correct out look towards the general schemes of the universe.
Those explicit people were named, Ibn Arabi, 1240-1165 Alnabulsi, Alguned, Algylani, … e.c.t.
They are the best champions of the eastern world in second millennium and powerful intellectual too.In these assays we are trying to give their spiritual poetry a scientific and mathematical value

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Knowledge Theory
Any creation might follow three major steps. The complete knowledge of a thing that had to be crated, the volition to make it and the power to present it in the universe i.e. the existence of objects out side All being mind.
Human beings have these elements of creation i.e. knowledge, volition and power, but they are limited.
As we have said before “universe is just different modes of frequencies” these frequencies were coded and programmed in human beings mind and inherited upon time from A dam to this sans (Homo Sapiens).
Now we come over the powerful creation of our universe. It was begun with infinitive knowledge about universe fixed by infinitive volition and co-exist via infinitive power at the time of creation which also known as the uncountable time.
The universe is a reflection of an infinitive idea of An infinitive Mind, just like mirror images. As a result of that. There are two universes co-exist. One of them is the world of creation i.e. the world we live in now. While the other is the World of images. i.e. our reflection in the infinitive Mind.
It is also known as the world of control. Because it controls all events that happens in world of Creation. In a way that resembles the remote sense.
Now we live our negative existence in world of creation i.e. our virtual reality while our positive existence is in the world of images i.e. our actual reality.
The transition from world of images/ softness to world of creation/toughness takes place in no time. As if it part a million of second. This time can be justified as the uncountable time or in other words the time of creation.

THE MONOTHEISM OF UNIVERS THEORY

HELLOW EINSTIEN

As we know now elements of universe are of same origin, but they are differ in character and feature. These differences are due to variation of quantity and arrangement of the least elements they are composed i.e. electron, proton and neutron, so elements of universe are vary quantitatively not qualitatively
According to Einstein equation which defines the relation between energy and mass with respect to velocity of light as follows:” Energy is a matter of high velocity that we can sense, but we can not see. On the other hand” Mass is a matter of a relatively low velocity that we can sense and see”.
The theory of Monotheism of Universe gives further derivation to Einstein previous equation. It is states that:

" All the representatives of universe are just different modes of frequencies "

According to Wave Theory of Light. Velocity of light has two variable, frequency and wave length. These two variable are multiplied by each other. If we square them and substitute them on the place of the velocity of light at Einstein equation we will have a new equation. This equation satisfies the theory of the Monotheism of Universe
Now we can apply a new definition for energy and mass as follows.” Energy is a matter of a certain frequency that we can sense ,but not see, while mass is a matter of a certain frequency that we can sense and see”.

Calculation:-
Energy = Mass × [ velocity of light ]2

E = M.C2 (1
Velocity of light = Wave length × Frequency

C = l .V (2
Squaring equation (2

C2 = [l .V] 2 (3

Substitution of equ.(3) at equ. (1)

E = M [l.v]2 (4]*
* THE MONOTHEISM OF UNIVERS EQUATION
* Notice that: Wavelength (l) is a scaler quantity, so we neglect it and we take frequency as a perimeter.
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April 1987

SHADOWS OF DEFAME

Getting from hell to hell

The whisper of shell

Can tell

Tide had drag

Many corpusese

Of men, women and children

Of that demised Nation

And State*

The Red land of anger,retardation and hate

?!Who can tell the truth

Of Un-united Nations

Of disguize behind the mask

Rubbing and looting

Mama Africa treature and wealth

Not leaving any thing else

For Her sons

Who dies at coasts and sands

A story of a sinking old boat

Scattle enough to vomit

Those misfortune black warms

In that era of globalization

Of shameful games

Nations predate on nations

Is it conflict of civilization

?!.Or destiny and fate

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* Somalia

THE SORE FREEDOM

The Sore Freedom

Written by: Mr. Adil.M.A.Alamin

Translated by: Mr. Ahmed.M.Mustafa

Captain Franz annoyed his wife much as he pushed the door violently, she turned, staring at her husband who came in as if he was pulling a heavy truck behind him- he looked depressed and frustrated, she stared at him with surprised while he was coming forward in a lazy way, sat on the table. The two children Bobbi and Lula rushed from their room to greet him as usual, but he pushed them away in a very harsh manner. "It seems that it would be a serious matter, not an ordinary thing like his known feminine adventures" she murmured. The feeling of being guilty overwhelmed his pale face, drawing light lines around his closed mouth as if there was a sharp knife stabbed in his waist. He sat drinking some coffee and biting some pieces of cakes which his wife has put it in a mechanical way, while he was looking away avoiding looking at her and his two beautiful children. he was recalling the events that was passed an hour ago in Frankfurt Airport as if it was a movie tape "no one would know the truth at all, even his campaigns, Mark and Harry never notice the incident" for they were involving to bind the slim hands victim against the plane seat, while he was pushing the metal hat on his head with his left hand grasped him firmly with the right one on the neck to pass him away. They were in a great hurry, because they had a promise with the beautiful Ukrainian ladies. Franz sighed sorrowfully as he was recalling his disgraceful attitude. Even the victim with its slim body not lost the energy for withstanding any further. His soul passed as he was staring at him with amazement. Hot tears rolled down his face. Karin noticed it and realized that her husband was in great pain. He roused in a lazy manner leaving half of his coffee and breakfast unfinished and went towards the room, took off his clothes, and lay on the bed staring at his hand. "No one would know the truth at all; even his campaigns didn't notice his atrocious deed". Karin collected the basins from the plate, she noticed him staring on his hands with great interest, which aroused her apprehensions. The two children rose up to continue their cartoon film on the television. This is the beginning of her tragedy.Karin knew the Airport accident and the implication of her husband later on. Then strange things started to occur, horrible events, which turned their quiet family life to hell.In the following day, Karin woke early in the morning and went to the Parlor to paint her paintings as usual. She gave a cry of terror when she found her beautiful paintings on the wall changed to pictures of miserable, starving and homeless people of the African wars which were broadcasted by the news agencies. Her cry woke the little family who hurried to see these terrible events. Similar events were occurred and followed. In the next day, the beautiful flowers had been disappeared from the vises and replaced by ugly thorny African plants. This time Karin heard a very mysterious sound repeating with a broken German language mixing with foreign accent. "We are poor peasants according to the norms of the Europeans world, but when I embrace my grandfather, I feel that I was rich, as if I were one of the turns of this rest Universe heart. My grandfather was not like a Sindiyan tree, with great shade, that nature endowed it with fertilized position. He similar to acacia tree in the north of Sudan, small leaves, sharp thorns, struggling death and never submit. Karin collapsed on the seat and buried her face in her hands, the matter became unbearable, and obviously there would be a ghost, an African ghost chasing them. She tolerated all her husband' mistakes which occurred in the past, in addition to his silly feminine adventures, but this time she would not be able to bear that her husband's hands stained with blood of innocents. At last came that frightened event, she was putting make up on her face in front of the big mirror which on the bathroom. Suddenly the big mirror had disappeared and saw an extension of bared desert in front of her. She was very surprised as she was hearing the whistling of the wind. Her feet began to sink in the hot sand. In the far distance, she saw a long line of camels marching, as if she was in front of a beautiful painting painted by a foreign Oriental's. She screamed loudly, and hurried outside in the parlor. She pumped against her two frightened children who were crying. Obviously the ghost found his way to them. Last night it stayed singing all the time, shaking their beds violently when they started to sleep. Poor Karin realized that if she stayed here, definitely this would lead her to the world of madness.Franz came back, opened the door with fearful noise, which made him shudder. It was raining heavily outside; he entered the Parlor, hanged his umbrella and his hat on the wall, sat on the table and handled the cup. In this moment, the outer door opened violently and the place was overwhelmed by people lights. The wind started moaning and moving the curtains. Most of the paintings were fallen down from the wall. His eyes were opened widely from fear as he heard the confident paces approached the door. Ajeeb entered with his tall slim body, came in nearer to the table, in which Franz was sitting and seated himself in the opposite seat, staring with his dead eyes at Franz, who was frozen in his place by fear. "We are backing Franz, why you don't give me an opportunity to converse you!" Asked Ajeeb._"We were doing our duty" replied Franz in a shameful manner mixing with lie. Ajeeb looked at him scornfully."Your duty is to deport the foreigners, not killing them"_ "I was not intending that"_"Shut up, the dead know the whole truth. I know that you have given a promise to the Ukrainian sluts, and you are going to meet them"Franz was shocked. Great grief was shown in his face. He felt that he was absolutely naked, in front of his previous victim._ "Do you think that you are civilized people? From free world?"_ "Yes, we are civilized people, from free world"The ghost burst out laughing, and then he repeated bitterly and mockingly._"What have you done with the militant Palestine struggler Soohaila Andrews?"Franz replied challengingly._"I don't know her"The famous politicians of your country know her very well. Your world filled with filth. They were still black minding you with their established legends".Franz asked patiently and sharply "what do you want to say?"_ "I want to…"Franz interrupted him sharply, determining to revenge his injured pride._"But we are civilized people, from the free world, and you know this fact very well. Our civilization is leading the whole world now. You can't deny this; we are the leaders of the world."He laughed his strange laughter and replied"My good friend, the real free world is South Africa, The paradise of the black". Franz's face turned to blue as a result of anger and pain. He stared at the ghost with anger and disgust," be careful, I have ability to read your thoughts, haven't I told you that dead people have the capacity of reading the thoughts of others". Replied the ghost._"I don't intend…" Ajeeb interrupted him continuing his speech "you are insulting me because I am black, but I have a white heart, quite the opposite, you are white but your heart is black". Replied_ "You are causing me much pain with your speech"_"Yes, pain is the first stage of conscious. You were carrying the holly bible when your grand fathers first came to Africa, and we possessed the land, and with the passage of time, things here changed greatly. We were carrying the holly bible, and you possess the land." The ghost laughed his strange laughter which made Franz shudder and collapse under the pressure of this strange speech. He buried his face between his arms, and his body began to shake violently, repeating silently _ "tomorrow I will go to church and confess to the priest about the wrong thing that I have done so that I may be forgiven, and get of this fearful nightmare"Ajeeb looked at him with pity." This is the first step in the right direction. And to confess that you are guilty is a virtue". He followed"I was intended to tell you about my blind mother, retired father and nine brothers, but I am leaving now. Goodbye".Franz raised his blue eyes which filled with tears and stared at Ajeeb's face which bore from expression. Ajeeb got up and turned leaving the place, repeating his strange song:

When every time you die

Don't ask me why

I tell no lie

There is a natural music

Flowing through the air

If you listen carefully

Then you will hear

When you feel guilty

Try to find the answer

Don't ask me why

I tell no lie

Ajeeb stopped near the gate where there were strong mysterious lights, then turned to the miserable man "I wish I would have gone to South Africa, where I can find Nelson Mandela and never come to your land at all"He went out and closed the door behind him. Now the strong mysterious lights vanished. The place was expected from Franz breath which comes up and down, it was raining outside and the darkness overwhelmed the place again. With intermittent flashing of lighting.

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NOTE:Based on true story of Mr. Amir Ahmed Ajeeb the Sudanese citizen who had been dead under deporting from Germany