he is wandering in the empty streets of the city he loved the most ... by then he might have been thinking of the same question, he'd shortly be asked: 'what have i given to those lovely people?' ... his answer, later, was: Consciousness, as much as I could ...
in that early morning, he started conversing with the innocent free spirits of Elshafea' and Joseph which his would join shortly ...
in simple cloth, here I come finally to you, death. i lived life to the fullest ... No fear at all... I'm leaving pride for generations to come ... and you will never be able to touch that ... the seeds we'd planted will have a long loooooooong life ... they will have droughts, they may rest, but they won't stop growing ... they will defeat you and your soldiers, and peace will prevail ...
Rashid might have thought of Che, Lumumba, Ghandi ... and the last words of Mandela before going to Roben Island
"my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die."
he recalled all that and had a deep breath of the pure Omdurman's morning breeze ... and smiled.
Tallal
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