Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

Gold Star - 8,073 Points (10-10-1957 / Sudan)

Rabha The Sudanese Marathoner - Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

When the sun came down on the mountains
And all creatures crept to their heaths
And the roaring lions set out of their dens
And all the birds were back to the trees

When the village fire was no longer burning
And the sleepy children climbed to their beds
When every couple to his dwell was returning
And the dogs in their huts hid their heads

When the African night crept like a ghost
And veiled with his dark sheet every place
Rabha stealthily left her home with a post
And out of the village she began the race

In the darkness of darkness she fled away
As lonely as a baby whose mother had lost
Through the dark forest she forced her way
And down the hills staggered with her post

As a hurricane wind she was fast to go
And her heart like a drum was strongly beating
And her small feet the spaces were to mow
And the wind against her cheeks was fiercely heating

She could hardly see her way as it was too dark
And no moon was there, the earth to light
And fear sharpened his teeth like a brutal shark
But Rabha was fearless and full of delight

(Pheidippides) many waters had to wade *
For two days he did not stop to breathe
To Sparta he ran so fast to seek the aid
And Athena at last had won the wreath

So, Rabha did not fear the slimy things under her feet
She did not fear the lions roaring near in their dens
And she did not fear the hyena hunting for the meat
And she did not fear things skulking in the fens

Rabha bravely ran from Funger to Gadeer
She defeated her fear and her human soul
She ran fast and fast like an African deer
She sold herself for a highly sacred goal

She ran over the hill and the vale and the passage
Her face was full of happiness, as happiness should be
And in the early morning she came with the message
And those were the last words she delivered to the Mahadi

'The enemy is approaching in heavy heaps of gun
With seventeen hundred of men with food and horse'
She uttered those last words and her soul was gone
And with those words she changed the history course

Rabha was the lesson we shall teach to our generation
She was the dream that the Turks could never ban
She was the symbol and the pride of our nation
Rabha was the song for every dame and man
She was the greatest heroine of our land
And the hope we have to plant on every sand

Dawadami 4/3/2015

Topic(s) of this poem: freedom

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Rabha was a Sudanese woman who had information that the Turkish Army would attack (The Immam Al-Mahadi) of the Sudan in the early morning. She ran for long hours, day and night to deliver the information to the Immam. Then she was said to have immediately died after her message was received, just like the Spartan Marathoner. Because of her great courage the Sudanese won the battle against the Turks.

Comments about Rabha The Sudanese Marathoner by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

  • Kelly Kurt (12/8/2015 11:20:00 AM)

    A nicely written piece, Ahmed. Thanks (Report) Reply

    Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (12/8/2015 12:06:00 PM)

    Thank you so much Kelly, for the warm words.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2016

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