April 15, 2023,
Fleeing chais, finduing hope,
As the night draped over me like a heavy shroud, marking one year away from home during Ramadan, the distant echo of my sister's urgent voice still resonates in my mind. "Hurry, lock the doors! We don't understand what's happening, but it's not safe" she urged through the phone, her words laced with fear. The cacophony of bashing and aircraft overhead sent shivers down my spine, as our housekeeper, E, and our driver and security guard rushed to secure our home.
With each passing moment, the sounds of the battlefield drew nearer, amplifying the terror gripping my heart.
The news broadcast only added to the dread, The RSF and SAF, once allies, now turned against each other, detailing clashes between the two parties, mere minutes from our homes. With dread tightening its grip on my heart, I wondered about my niece and nephew, mere minutes from the heart of the turmoil. In desperation, I broke my fast, seeking solace in medication and music to drown out the dissonance both outside and within, I reached for my Xanax, desperate for a reprieve from the suffocating anxiety.
Hours passed like fleeting moments until a familiar voice shattered the silence, my cousin M, a beacon of hope in the darkness. With E in tow, he fled us to the residence of my aunt's, navigating through streets haunted by the specter of violence, and deceased bodies.
Two weeks later, we found ourselves at the Egyptian border, reunited with my sister after a harrowing journey. With only three pajamas, my laptop, medications, and passport in tow, we embarked on a journey into the unknown, leaving behind the comfort of home and the memories we held dear.
1st of May 2023, nestled in a safe neighborhood, the quiet of the night is haunted by nightmares of the past. The news of my parental cousin's tragic demise, a victim of senseless violence, leaving behind a shattered family arrived like a cruel twist of fate.
Now, a year removed from the chaos, As I pen these words from the safety of my bed, my thoughts drift to the home I left behind, longing for the day when I can return and reclaim the memories that still linger in its walls. It's a sobering reminder to cherish those we hold dear, to never take their presence for granted, for tomorrow is never promised, and life can change in the blink of an eye.
S
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