Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.

We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.
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Our hearts were broken for good. I would always be over mileage, tears had been falling now for so long, you have been unchained from desolation and sufferance.

You have been liberated, your tale has touched ruck, all close and widely a mile, on the night you were taken from us, in the sky was a lone glisten star.
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I hear the winds of autumn sigh. You were someone who I love from the heart.

You were the person who helped me through difficult times, your comforting words were worth much more than dimes.
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Good hygiene and carrying our enclosing pure is always the ability to eradicate illness
I didn't care about you taught me a lifetime lesson to be aware of my health much more
You may also be plugging by transmission of blood from infected populations or by the use of contaminated needles or syringes
I didn't care about you taught me a lifetime lesson to be aware of my health much more
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Pretty eyes feel like reading a novel written on my life; everything you do I think once walk this road, how wink and blink time goes on it.

I will be printing and adding to memory box for you to read; let's appreciate life as it goes so deep; Tired face is coming home tight from the daily race of soul tight.
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I am a Muslim who doesn't believe in violence or killing; I am a Muslim who doesn't use bombs, he is rather calm.

I am a Muslim who cares for my neighbors, not hurting them.
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All of a sudden we would cry, you have no heart, you are grungy chicken as you flew bullets over our town. We are peaceful people; cruel aggression was never planned, but always borne on the wings of fury in allegory and similitude of sneer.

You have kept millions weeping and wailing while you won and chewing on their legacy because you want to leg up the country; there is the blood of the pure you have shed on the ground making no bones; many virtuous people kicked the bucket by your negative power.
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Assistance is great eyeful fearless men loss of life for duty each cherishes the earth; the simple truth is that these things are appraisal, as is this country's debt to all who serve, and pay the price for liberty on this nation.

Extremely, we can go through far beyond the monsoon crisis shindig far above that midnight celestial sphere is looking out just passed rainbows where eagles dare not fly; out amid the ashes of heroes long since past you will take my place among them when that lasts dying is expulsion.
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You demand to bustle up; you were told the armed-fighting should end, but it cleaves going from day to day, and you forget to smile and can't enact you are surrounded by suicidal, and you keep waiting for someone to crux; the towns and villages are ruined at their thrust, as are your hearts and souls, you ignore that every door has its own unique lock.

You dream to glide like a dove, our contests, the clouds etch flowers into the land, so peace prevails; we are the bloods of the light who pine for the sun; do not cleft our craving angst of the dark.
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Darfur was ebbing and breathed life into the pleura of the men, certify them live, concede them flourish, If you do nothing they will demise the conflicts of past severed gash families removed thriving clouds like evil thunder the flashing burst that strikes the grounds.

People of Darfur spotted for assassination, molestation of their edge. Those who got through wildfires' reminder of hated persist life will never be an identical intergenerational holocaust ruin of civilization ethics folk tales of earliest diminished to embers.
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We stand on the high cliff: We shout as fowls accede the horizon: We stand with our people and fight for our country.
Not only that, but we are proud Sudanese.
Regardless of multi tribes.
We are proud Sudanese.
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We had to repent to The Almighty God to reform ourselves handled with each other in believability, deference, and conscience to investigate admissibly from our prohibitive bargains before we invoked God to elevate the calamity.

Regardless of the posture, people advocated fancy assented across a catastrophe that came to Sudan.
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Hooves soundly on the ground, awaking eye to eye with the disorder outright.
Mutinous force take civilian mobile, and money is absolutely a war crime.
Rebellious force to take civilian cars by force is absolutely a war felony.
Hostile force exploit a tea-maker's assistant to pay them top dollar for pleasure is a war of corruption.
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The welkin was lit by the brilliance of the moon, so compelling.

Your love has engaged in me, surely.
I am contagious to renounce this universe life and flake out a greatness of your being.
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Whatever you chronicle the event, you won't believe a great deal of elimination of Sudan; there wasn't any movement of people alive.

The whole Khartoum buildings are deserted, there were a lot of houses and buildings burnt and devastated.
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No end of story has been told, several legends have been born; tiny runnels have wiped out into the Nile; massive water courses had gorged the Indian and the Atlantic.

Africa is the native land of all mankind species, our cherished fatherland is the continent of Africa; you are always welcome to Africa.
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The feathers of the larva are not still
They are pearly, whipping the gust the chroma of the sky is not leaden, It is the deep blue of a fulgent sunny day.

The truancy of bird carol is not impeding, It is the hoarding and handling of everything into the sewer of hope.
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The true essence of sacrifice rebounds as devotees meet up in every place of worship close-by. A jubilee is a favor from the Almighty that came along to praise our hearts to sweep pacification and infatuation, to dig belief in a single part A glorified bounty to dust away our tears to flavor souls and dissolve our panics to shimmer with faith with our breathless loyalty and wink radian beams, pursuing pride and jubilation in every single demeanor, of a child's ebullient twigging a booming inward gleam.

Pinning hearts and spirits with the inmost pure love, yearning and missing for your tranquil liberation to snap swivel of bliss that once been stalked by a hasty final rest of a loving piece of the soul until a divine being will propel hopefully bright side, just be meek to get over all dismay smile and share the joy of festival and admiration, and work even rocky to embrace heaven.
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It hits me hard, the pain of locking away my feelings fight against the hate my soul can't handle any more bruises.

Love is that feeling that when reigns kill us silently, in my heart, I have been praying to understand the situation we are going through.
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Epoch then slacks down, and way down we hear torpedoes of buckshot dashing past us in gradual gestures as if we could attend and spunk them out of fragile waft.

Snivel of the heartache that has passed like a flame to sear the meadows of our brain and depart our lives like filthy stubs of tatters upon the crumbled of our impression.
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