Dear Electronic Mujahid,
Hello there. Welcome to my blog. Let me preface this letter by saying that in the event that you drop dead while browsing this page, I sincerely hope that you do indeed reach the highest level of Paradise as a reward for your noble jihad(ism?) In case that does not happen, let’s set the record straight.
You are probably here with the sole intention of making us stop speaking our minds both online and offline, probably by way of harming us. Since I am unsure what it is exactly that you want me to stop doing or saying, I decided to write you. The other reason quite frankly is that I think it’s a shame if we do not get to know each other better. You see, me as a blogger, and you as a blogga-hater, we both probably stumble on the same material online and such. What differs is our motivation, and that’s what I would like us to be clear on. Please allow me to start– my motivation is to protect your rights to speak your mind and live a better life. Yes, I see the irony in that but it is the truth. Truth be told, I live quite the comfortable life. Political happenings and economic fluctuations do not so much affect my life as the weather. But unlike the weather, a rainy day is something I can change. Especially when a rainy day turns into a rainy year, decade, or longer as it is. Those less fortunate who have been scrambling to save for a rainy day have now depleted their resources and they need help and shelter. Of course this is just a metaphor, but if you catch my drift, I’d like to ask you not to rain on the parade protesters asking for the protection of basic human rights and improvement of living standards. I’d like to ask you to recognize our shared responsibility towards those who have no shelter from the rain.
I am writing these words as I assure you that I do not want you in prison, not now, and not ever. I do not want you out of the country and I do not want you to wish that upon me and my fellow Sudanese citizens either. I am writing this because I want to walk in the streets of our country without fearing you. I am writing this because I do not understand why you fear me. As I’m writing this, many of my fellows who are fighting for a better life for all sit in jail, possibly because you targeted them.
All I ask of you is that you recognize the difference you can make. Next time you are lurking online and infiltrating sinful online conversations about decent living standards, please think of the motivation of those risking it all, and your motivation to do whatever it is you think is necessary to do. We do not know each other, but I could be your sister, your mother, your daughter, your cousin– because all those people surely do wish a better life for you and everyone else in Sudan.
That is all. Oh and, please consider a career change. There are numerous ways to serve your country and/or get to Paradise.
Best,
Sudanese Optimist
“When we see others as the enemy, we risk becoming what we hate. When we oppress others, we end up oppressing ourselves. All of our humanity is dependent upon recognizing the humanity in others.” — Desmond Tutu
Your writing is absolutely magical and heartfealt!
It is rather unfortunate the struggle of ordinary Sudanese has been hijacked by sarcadtic secularists who openly joke about getting to paradise and not being directly affected by the economic situation in Sudan. It is for that reason many struggling ordinary Sudanese fear people of you caliber misses. They fear being associated with the few of ‘Girifna’ and ‘Zihijna’ and ‘Katamat’ who live in this, rather false hope of establishing a secular state in a society and a region where frankly, history has shown time and time again that it is not ready for it. People want democratic change in Sudan. But rest assured, Sudan remains an Islamic society more than being an Arab or an African one. The few that dream of changing that are very much like the thugs of the NCP, they shall be crushed by the will of the people.
In conclusion, I think as much as you think you are trying to smooth-talk those who still h ent gone out in the streets, you fail to understand why they still haven’t gone out, and why they might never do. In fact, you’re adding water to your already muddy so called revolution by making mockery of the religious, which is pretty absurd to be completely honest! Good luck with winning the Sudanese ordinary struggling citizen with such blogs.
Salahuddin Atabani???
First of all, I admired your blog, but this Ghazi guy is right btw, whoever he is, these “so-called” mujahedeen are not going to heaven for surfing the internet shutting up, blocking, and even terrorizing bloggers and tweeps, you were right about that, but this “revolution” -“hopefuiiy”- is not about islam! we are generally muslim people and we love Islam, it’s about thieves, Dictarors and war criminals who practically ruined our country by their false practice of Islam..Thanks again for your blog.
Ghazi?????????
Please, keep talking. I always yawn when I am interested and you know talk is cheap, but that’s ok, so are you. Another point You are not obnoxious like so many other people, you are obnoxious in a completely different and far worse way. If Islam is what this regime Jihadists represent I can tell you, you are dreamiing Islam doesnt mean to silence people or make them silent or try to oppress someone by waving of infidelity. Finally it is pure mercenary job that them doing, and so you are…
No this guy Ghazi is not right!!! i have went up and down the article and i found no mockery of islam…the true mockery was from the so called “electronic” jihadist who think what they are doing is within the parameters of jihad…when they are truly serving their master (the power)…yes this war is against dictators…but it is also against dictators in the guise of islamists
I think an IQ-test-before-leaving-a-comment feature should be fitted here.
Great post.
@Maysoon Mockery of Islam might not have been your intention, But you were a bid sarcastic when you spoke about paradise, and I understand btw, it’s not paradise that you’re mocking , it’s the ideology of the stupid “internet mujiahid”….
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But But But, what you probably fail to see is that these K-zan -as you mentioned in your previous comment- have the policy of waving infidelity at people. these people are very talented! they take what you say, and manipulate it, and some how turn it into evidence against you!. I can see how this Ghazi guy made your blog seem like you were mocking Islam and that you’re secular, and I fail to see where he got that!! …But he was right about one thing and I quote :
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“It is for that reason many struggling ordinary Sudanese fear people of your caliber, misses”….”Good luck with winning the Sudanese ordinary struggling citizen with such blogs”
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because this NCP system has painted a picture into the minds of these people, that people like you or me ,for that matter, are either communists or anti-islam secularists!!
thus, keeping us with very little chances of ever sending an argument through to this type of people…..
& @Em Allah yesamhak if you meant me 🙂
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I mean well,really, and this was a great article, and by all means, keep it up.
Much love and support for SudaneseOptimist. Great post!
Reblogged this on Weakleaks! and commented:
This goes to you, my internet terrorists. It did not originate from me, but from my brother-in-Net; a brother from another mother and another border. So if we talk, you think we are talkative. This dis-ease is epidemic. It’s me today, it’s you after today. So let’s fight it all…
My poem says so:
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Poem 240
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WOUNDED BY RUMOUR BOMB
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As WMD,
Weapons of mass destruction,
Explode in Saddam City,
The wmd,
Words of most distraction,
Explore me in this sad damn city.
US and UK are aurally bombed by foe
But I’m orally bombarded by Joe,
An anonymous friend indeed,
In an ill deed,
An envious friend in need,
In a prying need
For mere humour
From sheer rumour,
Coined by my detractor,
My inner image tractor,
That ploughs me inside out,
For gossip scavengers to roam about.
If at all they would wound my body
Instead of my mind made thus moody.
My injured soul is sold to rumour hawkers.
My rumour mill has employed workers,
Inventors and ill-vendors of my private life.
But what goes around will around to them come alive.
The bombs make me hospitably marginalized,
But they do not make me notably hospitalized.
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Poem 242
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PRESCRIBED TO BE PROSCRIBED!
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Be not surprised.
It kicked off for my good.
I was prescribed in my mother’s womb,
And then proscribed unto my father’s tomb.
As if that was for good.
Be ye not that surprised.
I was proscribed from my mother’s boom
And subscribed unto my father’s doom.
I can blame it hardly upon my God’s,
I can blame my self-claimed gods,
Who for me prescribed
Ways of being proscribed.
By J. Penn de Ngong,
Chapter 20: My Selfistory
Book: The Black Christs of Africa
06-06-06 — 12-12-12
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