Life Stories

Umaima Abdullah The creaking of the heavy door as it opens, the steps of the stairs to the top, and the dazzling bright sunlight. A year away then!! My eyes went blind for minutes, fourteen months inside a grave with a slightly raised…

Dr. Salwa Hassan Siddiq It was evening... time passed slowly, and the silence was suffocating after most of the neighbours had left their homes with their belongings, heading towards the unknown. Those who remained were torn between the…

Maryam Ezzaldeen I woke up today to the sound of a falling shell, and for the first time, I heard its whistle. It was very close... My mother, father, and sister were sitting in the courtyard drinking their morning tea while I was…

Sudanhorizon- Azmi Abdul Raziq From beneath the flames and smoke of the battlefields and out of the heroic stands shown by El-Fashir city emerged the story of (Asia Khalifa) , the war correspondent in the western region, as she…

Omaima Abdullah Translated by: Ramadan Ahmed My name is Ati. I am nineteen years old, maybe more or less. That was the estimate of the nurse who oversaw my treatment and recovery. She said this despite my features appearing older than…

Sudan Horizon - Azmi Abdel Razek “The Class is on the Homeland.” This was the slogan of the famous mathematics teacher, Muhajir Abdel Rahman, for resuming studies in the city of Omdurman after a hiatus that lasted for more than a year…