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We Are Equal In Death


We are innocent until the truth be told, a long life turns its circles, If we relate our sadness to this world is so corrupt, now we can't trust a single soul around on; keeping fairness under self- Control on lion's fist. Misfortune does not remain, fairness is the most valued, like light in the dark shelter, raising over parties and nations; swearing victory upon equality where we love to dwell on it. Once the honey of willpower is shedding out the bud opens on a yard of flowers above the rocks of concrete; starving of the mud warmth beneath the ground, he stem shows up in the yard of defense. Melting love of sunlight; that shines up in darkness fighting battle, the burning flame in the dirt; morning sunshine on my Path, lovely moments we spend, tough times are sweet pain is glorious. Loving is so wondrous fair shining hair; a great deal of awful majesty crutches stars fragrant breath sweet; smile neck and breast are on elegant sweet speeches like the sunbeams on the dial. Be singing like fairness in practice of all cases in whole fairness when folk fly on working to attain with great absurdity at the opposite of justice where fairness lies trampled or crumpled. leading movements from street corners to parliament halls are rending skies with slogans of honesty and simple life ways be restored in pure and undiluted forms. It's better to admit we don't understand; than to torture the hopeless, we are waiting for peace on earth daring to hold your breath. Recognising fair from the foul and live in peace, Life is supposed be like a sliver, but acting out of the law if we dare to be empty of crimes action, life is being taken bigger than death.
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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla (“Shakespeare”) Born on 9 March 1986 in the heart of Khartoum, Sudan, Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla is a man shaped by language, resilience, and story. A graduate of the University of Juba, School of Arts and Humanities, Department of English Language, he chose words as both profession and destiny. Affectionately called “Shakespeare,” Yousif lives between rhythm and reason — between grammar and grace. He is a TEFL teacher, IELTS and TOEFL preparation trainer, author, journalist, activist, and freelance interpreter and translator. But beyond titles, he is a bridge: carrying meaning from Arabic into English, from silence into voice, from uncertainty into clarity. For over a decade, he has led debates in English institutes and academies, guided conversations across cultures, and helped learners shape their confidence in British English pronunciation and accent management. He works with precision on political, economic, legal, and technical texts, ensuring that language does not merely translate — it resonates. As a poet from beloved Sudan — a land of ancient history, generous hospitality, and unyielding spirit — his writing reflects life in all its shades: love and loss, socio-cultural identity, political reflection, friendship, pain, environmental consciousness, and the quiet heroism of survival. His poems and articles find their way to international readers through Sindh Courier, where his voice travels beyond borders. Yousif believes language is more than structure — it is a living system, a pulse that connects human beings across continents. As a non-native speaker who mastered English through dedication and discipline, he stands as proof that fluency is not inherited; it is earned. Teacher. Translator. Storyteller. A man who builds bridges with words and leaves echoes where silence once stood. Contact: [email protected]

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