Social media turned into a funeral marquee

Yasser Arman

The war has uprooted millions of Sudanese men and women, displaced them and besieged them inside their homes, cities and villages, and forced millions of them to flee, seeking refuge under the weight of oppression, sadness, repression, financial hardship, chronic diseases and the interruption of livelihoods. People died of grief, and social media turned into a large funeral marquee for mourning, sadness, the departure and farewell of loved ones from family, relatives, neighbors to people of the neighborhood, village and city.

Scrolling through social media brings about sadness and comfort at the same time, for man is mercy to another. He is originally a guest on this earth and blessed is the guest wherever he is and wherever settles.

The pains of war hastened the departure of many after they were forcibly uprooted, and they left the smell of homes, sheep and cattle of the village and farms, the smell of lemons and old pictures left stuck on the walls of the family home, the gatherings of family, neighbors and loved ones are no more, cities, neighborhoods and institutions were destroyed, and the memory of museums and Archives was swept away, so that Sudan would be without memory. The social fabric was wounded deeply bleeding from the blood of tribes and regions. The bullets and shelling will stop one day, but the bleeding won’t turn into water.

Who will restore the Sudanese people’s wounded humanity? And restore the smiles of the children who were terrified? Who can look into the eyes of raped women? The elderly who served our society and retirees who were looking for a reassuring home, a shady tree and an old book to dust off, close to the morning sun, for they would be buried, where they won’t be disturbed by bullets and military check points. But who will bring back these loyal people to their homes and huts? And who will return to us the funeral ceremonies of loved ones that have passed?

The past can’t be restored and it doesn’t return, its not similar to writing on electronic pads that easily allow deletion, saving and retrieving, but in the past there are lessons for the future. What is taking place today began in (Torit) in August 1955, and ended with a solution that treated the symptoms, while the disease persisted on the 3rd of March 1972 in (Addis Ababa).

March the 3rd was a holiday, but it wasn’t for the unity of Sudan! Naivasha and the comprehensive peace came, which was not comprehensive! Some chose to adhered to the Sharia on the tips of spears, and others chose to adhered to citizenship, then came countless agreements and wars that multiplied until they reached Khartoum, today’s war is the offspring of yesterday’s wars.

Now we are without a Center and on a margin throughout Sudan full of violations and crimes, and the right of civilians to life is not preserved.

The war will end, but peace is a companion of justice. Whenever the dose of justice increases, the dose of peace increases. It lies in citizenship without discrimination and changing direction. The page of the past is full of the holes of war. If we want to end the war, we ought to champion sustainable peace, abandoning the fragility of partial solutions behind us, allowing us to address the issue in its entirety, not in a sectoral manner, in a new project. The future is freedom, peace and justice, and it is the choice of the people. We will find it in December, not in April.

Blessed are those who died of oppression, sadness, repression, alienation and the pains of war.
Blessed be the occasion of the hundredth anniversary of the 1924 Revolution.
Blessed is the new Sudan.