It was weird feeling. My passport was not enough to tell me I am Sudanese. It's a place I never been, but eveyone and every document tell me so, 'You are Sudanese', thus I had no choice. Without much details, I found myself struck in an obligatory military training camp among the regime's announced policy of militarizing the nation in the so-called the People's Defence Force, established as a support for the army, and in many instances to substitute the army. It was freezing cold camp with a teal two pieces uniform, and a hard wool blanket. We stayed there for 45 days ended by a shooting exercise which was mere failure to me!! The second main event that I was accepted in newly-established university called Zaem Azhary, named after the national leader of independence. He was the first one to raise the 3-color Sudanese flag of independence (Blue, Yellow, and Green).
عرض المشاركات من فبراير, 2009
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It's my first time to have a blog. I find it always confusing to talk about myself, especially to 'strangers' who may not know me, or who are just curious to know who this noisy guy is. My interests and hobbies are many. This is not always a merit. It is simply an additional burden on me (and perhaps you as well) to find the easiest way to introduce myself. I'm ethnically mixed Afro-Arab. Some grandparents are Egyptian, but both my parents were born in Sudan, therefore I am Sudanese by nationality and passport. I would even say I'm also Sudanese by soul and spirit. Sudan is as mixed as myself, and as contradicting as parts of me as well. I have spent literally half my life in Egypt, namely Dokki District in Cairo from 1979-1994. In November 1994, I came to Sudan for the second time in my life. I came in a 2-week visit in 1989, only one month after the current military regime took over the power in Sudan. I came to persue my studies after the Egyptian universities st