It might be a little too late for this, since its already February, but anyway!
I. Stability Smoothness
2008 had been quiet a fascinating year for myself and my family too, and I am grateful for all the pleasant events which occurred during this blessed year.
In the La Familia aspect, I was delightfully flabbergasted by my youngest brother triumph in University, as he passed through his first year in Law School. Why am I shocked? Well, as far as I know Law School is not an easy thing, not even the first years, and the way I saw it, my brother was more into hanging out with his friends, music parties and developing his alleged DJ talent, but as long as he’s passing through his courses, I do not mind his interest in music and parties. We’ve all been there once in our lives, right?
Eid Elfitr this year carried a brilliant surprise for the family, a charming chapter in a Love Story, a wish that many women constantly pray for; my elder sister got engaged to her true love *mashallah*. What can be more beautiful than that? Hopefully, 2009 will put the finishing touch to this love story with a wedding glittered by love and affection Enshala.
II. Dwindling only to Thrive
One of the downfalls of 2008, if not the only, is the departure of my boss in September, leaving Sudan for good and going back to Norway, nonetheless, I didn’t loose my personal friendship with him and his wife, which they have generously proved during my visit to them in Norway. That incident had a major affect on my professional life in a way, as I had to re-adjust with the whole working environment with the presence of my new boss and adapting myself to him and his ways which, I must say, are completely different than my previous boss. To be honest, there were moments when I’d sit at my desk and actually cry out of frustration from this situation. Nevertheless, days passed by and I survived the test. Now, I have completely acclimatized to this new atmosphere at work.
Going through my previous poems written in 2008 -but posted lately- one would notice and grasp the changes in my writing style, that can only come as a result of the evolution of my emotions into a higher level, rising from the fringes of despair and my endless Insomniac Nights, to the heavens of content and stars of hope. What’s my secret? It should be no secret at all, as it is evident that my heart was stolen, but only to be remedied. No high expectations this time, just breathing in to my soul the current exquisite and delicate sensations evading the limitation of tomorrow’s fright and future’s trepidation.
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