Glimpse at Rural Sudan

I'm from where kids smile sweet. And Niles me where the sun always shines and parents tell tales of golden times and grandmothers say prayers that always Ryan. I'm from that to Galia and robe and women wrapped in Doug's hand scented with sandalwood and sesame with henna for decor and everybody's got an opinion or idea that would fix her down for sure. Where people still sleep outside and stars still fill the sky and family ties are still in the notion deep and thrown meals are never ate alone children chase cars to welcome people home and cousin stay trying to run your clothes and keep your phone because they're all family folk and kin with sun coded skin and about a hundreds where the

family account begins. I'm from where people's dreams are worldwide and go way beyond the country where they reside. If only because the home they're from is beautiful and broken. So to provide they have to leave by any means by any notion far away. Can't stay just pray for better days.