Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla
Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Poems
No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.
We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.
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Our hearts were broken for good. I would always be over mileage, tears had been falling now for so long, you have been unchained from desolation and sufferance.
You have been liberated, your tale has touched ruck, all close and widely a mile, on the night you were taken from us, in the sky was a lone glisten star.
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I hear the winds of autumn sigh. You were someone who I love from the heart.
You were the person who helped me through difficult times, your comforting words were worth much more than dimes.
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You dwell in a universe of ever-present conflict with those who keep this voracious
Warriors of our ruddy, frosty, and sky
Love is all about you'll strive, there are no qualms
Guarding courageously what you are not holding back, each warrior is loyally super-leading struggling
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Don't compel it into fancy then, the promise remains blurry
Those with power in their hands
Their suits are too fashionable while you are hungry dying in yearning
They devour steak behind a curtain
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You are proficient
Your karma liable for your well-being.
You were born allied in a case, Knowing that better men would come.
To stand against subversion,
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I embrace you because you are the best. My heart aches for you,
As God knows the rest.
You're like a diamond in a million shining makes my day.
I adore you, sweetheart,
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Every odyssey, earning has a lifetime of superiors, you are there. to claim my irritation.
When I need you in laughter, you are there in my attempt.
And if we need to be stable, let's be vigorous rocks, if we have to be soft-spoken, let's be virtue while we're awry.
That grows smoothly each day
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How long your throb will go on
How deep your wound pique in the bottom of your soul
We are going to survive
We are going to survive
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You are without a doubt snazzy
You are tender and gracious.
I love everything about you,
But on the whole, I cherish that you are mine.
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You have taken a bright side from us who were confiding,
And pinched every habiliment of self-worth.
You are buried behind a mask of generosity.
While harrowing, many skillful young lives apart.
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The curtain has been torn.
The security has been lost.
The whistle of oppression.
While the truism has been fading out of deceit.
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You persist in being magnificent,
As it is right away.
It fills my heart with joy to know that,
Still, all the sun is being retrieved after dark.
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We weren't born to shove in attack, looting, raping and murdering, but we behold to sustain Sudan free from devils.
Sudan will be overly superb when peace comes,
Each one will sow grand pine and tropical trees,
From these sprawling greenhouses, we will make oases again.
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Being away is something I never reckoned from scratch,
I never absorbed life without you being so virulent.
And being with you is something I miss.
To just hold you nigh and safeguard you from prejudice.
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In the orbit of agitation, there's no terrific strength than your genuine love.
You departed us peaceful flashbacks,
Your amour is still our ideal,
And though we can not peek you,
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Though you have gone,
Your piety lives on our every minute passes away.
In reflections and wraiths will never be vanished endlessly.
I'm indebted to divinity for the time we had,
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May God bless you,
Dear mummy for disciplining so well,
And though the season has come that I must offer you this bon voyage.
Dear mummy for all the rapture you bared me.
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I whirled so hard to meet you, beloved, mother but war was an obstacle.
It gashed our hearts to divest you,
You did not go alone,
For a hunk of us went with you,
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It was trundling through newly captured areas, trapping militia struggler, some of whom were laminated.
One Defeasance, One Nation
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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Biography
Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla was born on 9th of March 1986 in Khartoum - Sudan. People always call me (Shakespeare) he went to University of Juba- School of Arts and Humanities- Departmentof English Language. He works as a TEFL teacher and IELTS/TOEFL preparation trainer, Freelance interperter / Translator, and Poet. Provided Arabic to English Translation, proofreading, editing, interperted multiple in person interview and workshops for the documentary. Highly acquainted with. political. economical, legal documents, technical phraseology to ensure correct Translation Reviewed and Translation of books. He is inspired poet from the country of exquisite natural beauty, ancient historical attractions and inhabitants well versed in the art of hospitality in central Africa beloved Sudan. He is fond of poetry writing about life and whole thing that happen to human kind, either good or bad. He has got the collection of poems that he writes in various issues: socio-cultural, lamentation, lyrical, narrative, political, love, friendship, pain, especial events of my life, , etc and environmental as well, he always publishes many articles and poems on Sindh Courier is an online news service in Karachi, Pakistan. He had have been worked as a debate leader discussing various topics in many English Institutes, centers, academy and schools over 10 years, and sometimes he helps foreigners who come to visit our state to work with them as a translator or trip guider also, he helps international business people communicate more effectively and comfortably in British English. He does this virtually as non a native speaker, he supports people gain the confidence needed to improve and master accent management is key to intelligibility and thus pronunciation training has become a primary focus of his personalized sessions. He focuses on helping my clients learn how english language system works and then how to put it into action with relevant vocabulary, correct pronunciation. He also can be reached at: [email protected])
The Best Poem Of Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla
Tribal Clashes In Blue Nile State
No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.
We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.
Planning for the future shining much radiant on our hearts as a family.
Well, we're thirsty of peaceful color bar gigs our fatherland Sudan; although we have such several aces love there is no barricade.
Tribalism raises favoritism is an evil; oh children of Adam! They were one family.
The long in the tooth, we become, the more we catch that it's okay to live others don't follow.
Singe is burning heart shines on murky, preponderant, disdainful with time's cinders at our land.
This might be a falsehood by means of, I tell your actuality implicit passion is passing strayed.
Ignorance never builds, but destroys unity; footsteps away intimacy and instills repugnance is all shift murdering.
The soreness has been come to blows in our heart: love against malevolence, love against hazard.
O Allah! Come and rescue never dislike no longer have the potency to dovetail.
We were born to educate from each other reflects our attachment, while times gained an odium, and contra taken.
Not living on the prejudice. We have done ourselves, then good will have vanquished an evil.
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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Quotes
life has a huge cycle is incorporating with whole society over the world sharing an absolute intimacy consistenedly.
Understanding is an essential side of being a close friend to someone, whether you are glad or unhappy, meeting a bad situation, you would always gain your best friend.
We are innocent until the truth be told, a long life turns its circles, If we relate our sadness to this world is so corrupt, now we can't trust a single soul around on.
Pretty eyes feel like reading a novel written on my life.
In the lovely land of whole skins.
My uncle Bushir Mohamed Ahmed left us who was a person with a silver heart and battered soul.
The ice has swarmed at the door of hunger storm has hit the earth merciless.
Turf languor to think but couldn't fade away.
Leading movements from street corners to parliament halls are rending skies with slogans of honesty and simple life ways be restored in pure and undiluted forms.
My dear paradise, your love makes every day of my life happy and delight. I'm always yours from my heart and forever will.
My eyes feel like I'm reading a novel written on my life.
Living on Life is a broken winged bird that cannot rise up freely.
Suffering of life is a barren field frozen with wet!
Whether I was having ups or downs, you always helped me with a smile and never frowns.
How was it that I never saw your wings?
When were you here with me?
When you closed your eyes and soared.
The wide streets are still crooked on a dawn basis to act on better future.
Everything you do I think once walk this road how wink and blink time goes.
You're the tranquility in life that diffuses all my fatigues, you gave light to my ghost.
Change is gonna take place so fastly that there is no time to react, instead we must anticipate the future a slight Smile.
I get you from miles away, just to see how you get down feels like an earthquake, every time you come around, you gives me a look, you gives me love that make simplicity.
We smile, we nod at one another, knowing each person rose to the occasion. Oh, how much love, one for another, in this small concreted space, I could recollect it, such a day of days omen.
The jaded mind spasms with its presence, decrepiting glee is with us but to meet that all recurring joy is pain appearing a gain, become a quirk. We struggle, caught. You lie upon my heart as on a roost, you can never know how crushed I am with having you ultimately upon my life. You pickle my freedom from its deserved squall rain.
Shining light hides your beautiful eyes, comes in a super shadow moment.
Time falls and falls through endless space, to when we are, the New Day comes will have many graces, the old day goes sadly earlier & later.
Hooves soundly on the ground, awaking eye to eye with the disorder outright.
I am a Muslim who doesn't believe in violence or killing.
The welkin was lit by the brilliance of the moon, so compelling.
The welkin was lit by the brilliance of the moon, so compelling.
No end of story has been told, several legends have been born.
The true essence of sacrifice rebounds as devotees meet up in every place of worship close-by. A jubilee is a favor from the Almighty that came along to praise our hearts to sweep pacification and infatuation, to dig belief in a single part A glorified bounty to dust away our tears to flavor souls and dissolve our panics to shimmer with faith with our breathless loyalty and wink radian beams, pursuing pride and jubilation in every single demeanor, of a child's ebullient twigging a booming inward gleam.
It hits me hard, the pain of locking away my feelings fight against the hate my soul can't handle any more bruises.
Epoch then slacks down, and way down we hear torpedoes of buckshot dashing past us in gradual gestures as if we could attend and spunk them out of fragile waft.
Sudan is where the Nile flows into, the current wrangle agitate and dissolution lavish the native land as precursors broil for a ruling.
I can never underestimate your value in my life, dear son. You've got such a very strong hold on me. There's nothing I can do without.
I can never underestimate your value in my life, dear sons. You've got such a very strong hold on me. There's nothing I can do without.
I often whisper to Allah about you. He knows how much I hack you. Likewise, I beseech for you and your mellowness. I worship for us.
I feel you all around, the beauty, the wind, the enigma chutes of my respect run thorough into the hollows of your heart.
Living frugally to see the grace of the nightfall, the resonance of the twine.
There's eternally something more than wheel the soldier to the mission.
You have to care for them in the morning until the sunset.
You fare to witness a dearth of slum area solvent overcrowding.
Honesty is a virtue that is highly valued in society.
In your eyesight, I see my walk.
If you want a horizon with peace in your motherland.
Struggle and crave risk annihilating Sudan, where clashing between concurrent generals ruptured mid-April.
Being daisy every day makes somebody's affection for you grow even stronger.
My attraction toward you keeps getting stronger.
Murmurs of my emotions and solicitude set the temper within your bounteous colors.
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