أُسامة الطيب

" بس مستحيل أن تجبر الأبنوس غصِب يصبح نخيل، خلّ الوطن ياخد براحو كما الخميل "

[fatimajoda]

Blues

[kndmind]

SUDAN by Mohamed Altoum

[osama-etc]

”معاكِ معاني حياتي بتبدا

وافتح باباً ياما انسدَّ

بشوف العالم ربوة جميلة

عليها نسيم الصُبح مخدّة

وبيني وبين النهر عشانِك

عُشرة بتبدا

وبين عينيَّ وخد الوردة

بتبقى مودّة

أصالح روحي

وتبرا جروحي

ابشر باسمك اهلل أغني

أقيف اتحدى“

[osama-etc]

"because 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁 is 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 than 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲."

"𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 the 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 requires only a small portion of your time, while regret will 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲 the remainder of what’s left, leaving you 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 of appreciating the moments going forward."

[sym-biosis-deactivated20260215]

i really love this photo of me and my mom on my 10th birthday

[gollumjuice]

[osama-etc]

Dr.ho

 Dr. Gregory House 🤍

[childof-thewind-deactivated2023]

A little bit of my fairy tale world, the dream house with animals, many flowers, fresh baked pies, fruits, warm chocolate milk and pure happiness, connected with the forest and the magic around me 🍒🍓🍇🍎🐄🐐🐇🐤🐢💐🌹🌲🌳🍃🍂🍁

[lostdeepindarkthoughts]

source: themindmenu

[livingfortherainydays]

[sahljournal]

Sudan. Learning English at The British Council, Khartoum.1997.

© Peter Marlow/Magnum Photos

[osama-etc]

@mahagasim

[sahljournal]

Sudan. Boat builders on the bank of the river Nile. 1997.

© Peter Marlow/Magnum Photos

[lostwolflings]

Beats of the Antonov:  Music, Identity & War In Sudan.

[ali-alshalali]

Cinema Era

By Jadalla Jubara

[ali-alshalali]

Khartoum in the 80's Nile Street

[osama-etc]

@nihadsblabla

[ali-alshalali]

Portrait From East sudan

BY: Abdulaziz Ahme

[humansofnewyork]

(1/11) “There is a moment I’ll never forget. My mother was teaching a class at our home, and my father hit her in front of the students. It was humiliating. She was an esteemed teacher in our town. After it happened, I asked her: ‘How could you possibly stay with him?’ She replied: ‘Boys will be boys. It’s a woman’s job to hold the home together.’ It’s the same story taught to every Pakistani girl. We are raised from a young age to believe that our purpose in life is to find and keep a husband. We are taught to cook, and clean, and never complain. It’s different for boys. They are allowed to grow, and work, and find their own way. But a daughter has just one path: to marry as quickly as possible. I always wanted more from life, even as a child. I wanted to create something. I wanted to be somebody. But there was nowhere to look for inspiration. The internet didn’t exist back then. And even on our television shows, women who wanted more than a family were depicted as villains. Maybe if a girl had perfect grades, then she could become a doctor or lawyer. But that wasn’t me. My grades were only average. I remember when I was sixteen years old, I secretly recorded my voice and mailed the tape to a local radio station. I thought maybe I could host my own program. But my mother found the package and removed it from the post. Then a few months later I had my first meeting with a matchmaker. My mother coached me to keep my head down. She warned me not to be clever, and to answer every question with a single sentence. But none of the questions were about my personality. All of them were about my cooking, and cleaning, and sewing. At one point I got aggressive. I told the matchmaker that I had no interest in marriage. But she only laughed at this. ‘I hear that from every girl,’ she answered. ‘But they always fall in love with their husbands. Because marriage is a beautiful thing.’ For the next several months I rejected every suitor who came to our home. I kept hoping that my parents would change their mind. They were liberal people. Both of them were educators. But during my 12th grade year they took a pilgrimage to Mecca. And when they returned, things got even worse.”

[osama-etc]

مِن القصص البسيطه الكنت راجي باقيها ينزل عشان اتمها ، قصة مقسمه على 11 جزء ، المهم اقرو القصه ، لأنو Sidra دي كائن جميل جداً 🤍

(1/11) “I asked her: ‘How could you possibly stay with him?’ She replied: ‘Boys will be boys. It’s a woman’s job to hold the home together.’ It’s the same story taught to every Pakistani girl. We are raised from a young age to believe that our purpose in life is to find and keep a husband. We are taught to cook, and clean, and never complain. It’s different for boys. They are allowed to grow, and work, and find their own way. But a daughter has just one path: to marry as quickly as possible. I always wanted more from life, even as a child. I wanted to create something. I wanted to be somebody. But there was nowhere to look for inspiration. The internet didn’t exist back then. And even on our television shows— women who wanted more than a family were depicted as villains.”

(11/11) “There was once a little girl who was brought up to be a dependent. But one day she started acting like she was in charge of her own life.”

[mvtionl3ss]

Woman with facial scar tattoos laughing.

Photo by Timothy Allen