Art & Culture

By Brigadier (Ret.) Omar Mohammed Othman It was midday at a small café in a neighbouring country. A’id sat with his friend Muhajir, sipping coffee together. A’id: I’m an optimist. I believe going back to Khartoum is both a necessity…

By Mohamed El-Sheikh Hussein Sudan’s universities are spread across all states of the nation, graduating thousands of students annually in diverse fields—sciences, humanities, economics, social studies, and more—at various academic…

By: Dr. Eiman Abbas El-Nour From inside the red flames And this calamitous state Bursting in a loud roar You will rise With the might of will Of the wounded heroes Still holding…

By: Dr. Eiman Abbas El-Nour A new victim to this war Damaged beyond repair A friendship that survived Against most odds Home and away I try to collect the fragments scattered pieces of joy Watching movies Sharing stories And…

By Mohamed El-Sheikh Hussein Cities in Sudan are numerous, and their counterparts are many, with most of them built by foreigners. Omdurman, however, stands out as a purely Sudanese city. A century ago, Imam Al-Mahdi was able to…

By: Dr. Eiman Abbas El-Nour The Nile runs through it The sun never fails to Warm its bones And I see it in all my dreams I walk the streets Looking for my people I call their precious names The echo comes back…

By: Dr. Eiman Abbas El-Nour Salute the men of glory Saviours of the land Men with hearts of steel And patience of the wise You walk the treacherous road Fighting with your soul And with sturdy hands opening the gates to victory…

By: Dr. Eiman Abbas El-Nour In this infectious chaos Collective madness Is the theme I can't call this carnage Absurd For dead bodies are real And our wound is deep I have…

By: Dr. Eiman Abbas El-Nour Like the magnificent star she was She vanished without fading Wrapped her beautiful toab With a sweet smile Serene as her usual self Calm and bright And said farewell You eased our journey With your…

By: Dr. Eiman Abbas El-Nour How long can love last ? How strong can a fatigued heart beat? The love that feeds on the past The heart that exists on memories I try to paint a butterfly Or write a joyful verse Or make baobab juice…