Memories of Home

By Mohammed Ahmed Ezzeldin Mohammed Ibrahim 

Memories of home are like your favorite song on repeat. The smell of fried onions pre-Ramadan. The breeze of roasted coffee on Shar3 Al Nil with its Jam sessions, laughter and tranquility. It is running away from stray dogs on the way to school, stealing socks from the uncles for the Kambalat championship, and beating the boys from the other 7illa in Dafoori (soccer).

I know one day our children will have these experiences too. They will pass on these memories with the blessing of the Almighty. It will be possible when we in the United States identify who we are, and how we want to be perceived on a Global level. Let us be ourselves authentically instead of imitating others. Let’s be us, on our terms, based on our values as SUDANESE.