The story of the writer who died before he could write
By Zakaria Nimr - Sudan -Translated from Arabic by the EDITOR
The story of the writer who died before he could write.
By Zakaria Nimr – Sudan -Translated from Arabic by the EDITOR.
The cultural scene no longer needs additional light to see the truth; everything has been revealed. Words that were supposed to be the conscience of society were hired, and pens that were supposed to expose injustice became guards of its temples. In the midst of this devastation, the dead writer advances like a fragile voice repeating what he dictates, while reality continues to collapse with little resistance.
In a reality where the layers of social hypocrisy are condensing like algae multiplying on stagnant water, we find ourselves in the middle of a battle in which the sound of lies is mixed with the smoke of blind reverence for human idols. While some drown in the glorification of illusion, the free-spirited pen rises to pierce the darkness with a flash of consciousness, seeking to awaken minds exhausted by deception and depleted by slogans. Despite successive governments and changing faces, fundamental rights remain a distant dream, and a decent living is still a luxury that does not reach the people. Yet some still insist on seeing these regimes as salvation, oblivious to the devastation wrought by the politics of blindness and authoritarianism.
The dead writer defends the tyrant. The dead writer weaves lies and gives them the garment of truth. The dead writer beats the drums of glorification for every idol. The dead writer knows nothing about man and his dignity. The dead writer is silent about the rape of women and the killing of innocents. A dead writer cannot expose corruption because it is part of his system. The dead writer glorifies his tribe as if it were the whole country. The dead writer writes the history of people and forgets the history of the country. The dead writer has a pen in his hand, and his conscience is missing. The dead writer sees change as a threat and construction as a burden.
This dead writer will continue to pollute people’s consciousness, decorating the face of a regime that eats its children while hiding behind slogans that do not fatten or sing from hunger. The true man makes his glory even as he lives under totalitarian regimes that suppress all free voices.
Our reality does not need more complexity, but courage and foresight. Social hypocrisy is a danger that tears apart the fabric of societies, and we have no alternative but to face the next stage consciously and responsibly. If we want a homeland of peace and justice, we must reject turning human beings into prey, uphold the values of dignity and freedom, and look for solutions that will save this future, which now stands on the edge of the unknown.
