Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla
Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Poems
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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You dwell in a universe of ever-present conflict with those who keep this voracious
Warriors of our ruddy, frosty, and sky
Love is all about you'll strive, there are no qualms
Guarding courageously what you are not holding back, each warrior is loyally super-leading struggling
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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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Thinking about you fringe me
My life is no greater misty
I admire you night and day
A solid chain that nobody can ever hold us away
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Upon the eastern verge of sky and grain,
Where dawn spills amber over patient fields,
Stands Al Mafaza-measured, unadorned, A quiet citadel the open plain conceals.
Here, sesame blossoms in the tempered wind,
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Sami walks, Sami walks,
In halls of wisdom, in halls of light.
Sami speaks, Sami speaks,
His words take flight, his words take flight.
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O Sudan,
wounded bride of the Nile,
your bridal dress is stitched with smoke,
your anklets ring with distant gunfire.
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My radiant heirs of breath and bone,
The hour of my unfastening is unwritten somewhere beyond the rim of dawn
a clock without hands rehearses my silence.
I know not when the dust will claim
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Sudan! Our heart! Our home!
Sudan! Our heart! Our home!
Nothing is dearer.
Nothing is closer.
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This is not merely war.
This is a storm that eats childhood.
In Gaza,
the sky has forgotten mercy.
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Not a headline but the horizon devouring itself in flame.
Not a rumor but the firmament torn wide,
a wounded drum
beaten by iron hands.
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You are more loved than you know, like sunlight hidden behind clouds, still spilling gold into the world, even when the sky feels gray.
Your smile a quiet ripple in someone's ocean.
Your words a soft echo that lingers long after they leave your lips.
You are more loved than you know.
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Beneath one trembling sun we share one sphere,
Not built for staged dominion crowned by fear.
No throne should rise where silent graves expand,
No "freedom" blaze to scorch a wounded land.
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Everything is possible in this bewildered world where justice walks with a wounded knee and wisdom is bartered cheaper than dust in the wind.
In Sudan, a teacher rises before dawn, not to gather dreams,
but to gather coins thin and pale as hope at month's end.
His pockets whisper emptiness.
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In the cold breath of the world,
a shadow stirred unseen, untamed, a thief of days and quiet nights.
SARS-CoV-2, a word like a whisper, rode the winds, crossed oceans, touched every sun, touched every home.
The world shivered a single word fell heavy: Pandemic.
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In the heart of silent war, my mother's love stayed strong.
Her hands grew tired, her body weary, but her heart beat for me alone.
I lost her in Sudan, when the world around us shook, when war tore homes, hearts, and hope.
She was my care, my guide, my light, and I her eldest son
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I walk the dust of Kassala,
I walk the dust of Gedaref,
I walk the dust of Kosti,
I walk the dust of Al‑Obeid,
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I do not believe this land is barren of becoming.
Sudan is no orphan of promise.
Its earth is generous palms open with grain and green confession, its rivers whispering silver intentions to the listening shore.
Beneath its wide, unblinking sun lie veins of wealth and waiting; and in its youth bright constellations of thought sleep inventions not yet named,
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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Biography
Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla ("Shakespeare") Born on 9 March 1986 in the heart of Khartoum, Sudan, Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla is a man shaped by language, resilience, and story. A graduate of the University of Juba, School of Arts and Humanities, Department of English Language, he chose words as both profession and destiny. Affectionately called "Shakespeare, " Yousif lives between rhythm and reason — between grammar and grace. He is a TEFL teacher, IELTS and TOEFL preparation trainer, author, journalist, activist, and freelance interpreter and translator. But beyond titles, he is a bridge: carrying meaning from Arabic into English, from silence into voice, from uncertainty into clarity. For over a decade, he has led debates in English institutes and academies, guided conversations across cultures, and helped learners shape their confidence in British English pronunciation and accent management. He works with precision on political, economic, legal, and technical texts, ensuring that language does not merely translate — it resonates. As a poet from beloved Sudan — a land of ancient history, generous hospitality, and unyielding spirit — his writing reflects life in all its shades: love and loss, socio-cultural identity, political reflection, friendship, pain, environmental consciousness, and the quiet heroism of survival. His poems and articles find their way to international readers through Sindh Courier, where his voice travels beyond borders. Yousif believes language is more than structure — it is a living system, a pulse that connects human beings across continents. As a non-native speaker who mastered English through dedication and discipline, he stands as proof that fluency is not inherited; it is earned. Teacher. Translator. Storyteller. A man who builds bridges with words and leaves echoes where silence once stood. Contact: [email protected])
The Best Poem Of Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla
Tribal Clashes In Blue Nile State
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.
Planning for the future shining much radiant on our hearts as a family.
Well, we're thirsty of peaceful color bar gigs our fatherland Sudan; although we have such several aces love there is no barricade.
Tribalism raises favoritism is an evil; oh children of Adam! They were one family.
The long in the tooth, we become, the more we catch that it's okay to live others don't follow.
Singe is burning heart shines on murky, preponderant, disdainful with time's cinders at our land.
This might be a falsehood by means of, I tell your actuality implicit passion is passing strayed.
Ignorance never builds, but destroys unity; footsteps away intimacy and instills repugnance is all shift murdering.
The soreness has been come to blows in our heart: love against malevolence, love against hazard.
O Allah! Come and rescue never dislike no longer have the potency to dovetail.
We were born to educate from each other reflects our attachment, while times gained an odium, and contra taken.
Not living on the prejudice. We have done ourselves, then good will have vanquished an evil.
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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Quotes
life has a huge cycle is incorporating with whole society over the world sharing an absolute intimacy consistenedly.
Understanding is an essential side of being a close friend to someone, whether you are glad or unhappy, meeting a bad situation, you would always gain your best friend.
We are innocent until the truth be told, a long life turns its circles, If we relate our sadness to this world is so corrupt, now we can't trust a single soul around on.
Pretty eyes feel like reading a novel written on my life.
In the lovely land of whole skins.
My uncle Bushir Mohamed Ahmed left us who was a person with a silver heart and battered soul.
The ice has swarmed at the door of hunger storm has hit the earth merciless.
Turf languor to think but couldn't fade away.
Leading movements from street corners to parliament halls are rending skies with slogans of honesty and simple life ways be restored in pure and undiluted forms.
My dear paradise, your love makes every day of my life happy and delight. I'm always yours from my heart and forever will.
My eyes feel like I'm reading a novel written on my life.
Living on Life is a broken winged bird that cannot rise up freely.
Suffering of life is a barren field frozen with wet!
Whether I was having ups or downs, you always helped me with a smile and never frowns.
How was it that I never saw your wings?
When were you here with me?
When you closed your eyes and soared.
The wide streets are still crooked on a dawn basis to act on better future.
Everything you do I think once walk this road how wink and blink time goes.
You're the tranquility in life that diffuses all my fatigues, you gave light to my ghost.
Change is gonna take place so fastly that there is no time to react, instead we must anticipate the future a slight Smile.
I get you from miles away, just to see how you get down feels like an earthquake, every time you come around, you gives me a look, you gives me love that make simplicity.
We smile, we nod at one another, knowing each person rose to the occasion. Oh, how much love, one for another, in this small concreted space, I could recollect it, such a day of days omen.
The jaded mind spasms with its presence, decrepiting glee is with us but to meet that all recurring joy is pain appearing a gain, become a quirk. We struggle, caught. You lie upon my heart as on a roost, you can never know how crushed I am with having you ultimately upon my life. You pickle my freedom from its deserved squall rain.
Shining light hides your beautiful eyes, comes in a super shadow moment.
Time falls and falls through endless space, to when we are, the New Day comes will have many graces, the old day goes sadly earlier & later.
Hooves soundly on the ground, awaking eye to eye with the disorder outright.
I am a Muslim who doesn't believe in violence or killing.
The welkin was lit by the brilliance of the moon, so compelling.
The welkin was lit by the brilliance of the moon, so compelling.
No end of story has been told, several legends have been born.
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.
It hits me hard, the pain of locking away my feelings fight against the hate my soul can't handle any more bruises.
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.
Sudan is where the Nile flows into, the current wrangle agitate and dissolution lavish the native land as precursors broil for a ruling.
I can never underestimate your value in my life, dear son. You've got such a very strong hold on me. There's nothing I can do without.
I can never underestimate your value in my life, dear sons. You've got such a very strong hold on me. There's nothing I can do without.
I often whisper to Allah about you. He knows how much I hack you. Likewise, I beseech for you and your mellowness. I worship for us.
I feel you all around, the beauty, the wind, the enigma chutes of my respect run thorough into the hollows of your heart.
Living frugally to see the grace of the nightfall, the resonance of the twine.
There's eternally something more than wheel the soldier to the mission.
You have to care for them in the morning until the sunset.
You fare to witness a dearth of slum area solvent overcrowding.
Honesty is a virtue that is highly valued in society.
In your eyesight, I see my walk.
If you want a horizon with peace in your motherland.
Struggle and crave risk annihilating Sudan, where clashing between concurrent generals ruptured mid-April.
Being daisy every day makes somebody's affection for you grow even stronger.
My attraction toward you keeps getting stronger.
Murmurs of my emotions and solicitude set the temper within your bounteous colors.
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