Dreamers: from the books of love, betrayal, and battles! By Mahmoud Abubakar

Great machinations, fought silently by great lovers, on the battlefields, while they strive resolutely and precisely, in order for their war battles to be victorious, but they seem more tolerant, in the face of the calls of the heart and soul , which they already realize may lead them to terrible defeats!

The tricks of the mastermind, meticulously and cunningly, may weaken in the face of heart break, and its unexpected siege, there are hidden events taking place, in parallel with the major events, and then the fighter does not know where to begin defeat, where the victory ends, and which battles are more fierce than others .

lover in Eritrean history there are victories and defeats, preserved by the fighters in their chests, and hidden, as a parallel history, so published in the “memoirs of war” and the curriculum, these books do not celebrate, motivated by the heart, songs of love, do not pay attention to human weakness, and do not know for the fighter the beating of a heart that larvae or pay attention to his “humanity”!

It is certain that many love stories, die in silence and as a result, and others remain, firmly in memory, in terms of their attachment, to creative lovers who broadcast their experiences and breaks in timeless creative works, in the Italian colonial era, there are stories that are still told, and passed down by generations, a poet who sings with his lover , after times of silence, and the beginnings of one-sided love, where he is innocent and He witnessed the moment of her departure, when she decides to move the unit supervised by her father, from Eritrea to the Italian colony – then -Libya), which led him to sing openly this time: to Alli and Lalena Babora Tropli Safra, and to all of this loyalist parallel , and after starting with this loyalist, he limps directly towards the “news” painful, “Ah her boat sailed towards Tripoli!

 Here is a paradox, and the sorting of the strength of the equation of fancy, which occupied the maps of the heart in parallel to the occupation of the homeland, while the poet is subjected voluntarily, to that occupation, which cultivates the spaces of the heart green and splendor, stands at the same time watching in the face of the rape of the earth and the humiliation of its owners. 

It is love in its first innate state, where the adored is not held accountable by the boldness of his family, and the heart does not depend on the determinants of geography, race, and social class, as if love is a “state of truce” with all the battles of existence.

At first, the adventure seemed purely a game, ending at the zero hour, determined by a leader, who follows the temptation closely, but many water and thunder continued to run, in the absence of the times of the revolution, building bridges and maps, stretching from heart to heart, and at every moment collapse bridges and other castles, until the moment of zero, the rules of the game have turned completely to the opposite!

Perhaps it’s a “heavy defeat”, according to all the values that Viamita grew up in the moments before the big game, but for some reason, it’s a “victory” that surprised the heart’s timing, which sounded unwell.

truce: The Eritrean situation is no exception, but there is no exception in human experiences, especially in situations of war, where the pain of lovers, trapped between the realities of battles, and the imagination of the heart, whose pulse is weighed, is multiplied by bullets!

Questions referring to an incident that the great revolutionary novelist Gabriel García Márquez, who answered the question of the objectors, for writing a love story in the time of the revolution, by saying “writing a beautiful love story, can not disrupt the march of revolution”!

Source: http://www.adoulis.net/entry.php?id=6147

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