By Mahjoub Fadul Badri
I watched a video clip of a desperate Janjaweed member ranting nonsense—as they often do—proclaiming: “Listen, people! If you haven’t gone to the North, the Paradise of the Northern Heaven, leave Madani, leave Sennar, leave Jebel Moya. Go to the North, to that Paradise. Forget about our repeated defeats in El Fasher, Gezira, and Sennar. These are not my concern. My concern is the North: Merowe, Al-Dabbah, and Dongola. Go seize it for us; the wealth there will sustain us for 20 years to come.”
He also threatened that the so-called “Lion of Chaos” would neither go live nor record a video unless the people of Al-Dabbah were attacked. He claimed that 6,000 fierce men had already gathered in Abu Zaeema in vehicles and that Al-Dabbah would take them no more than an hour to conquer. He declared that the North alone is the Janjaweed’s priority.
Just hours later, the militia’s drones targeted the 19th Infantry Division in Merowe and the electrical transformers of the Merowe Dam.
This suggests that the threats of this so-called “Marauder in Chief” found a willing audience among the “herd of marauders,” who now believe that the North is their promised paradise. Indeed, the North is a paradise—but only for its people, not through the delusions of these marauders who claim that a single gold well in the North could supply them for countless years. This same “Marauder in Chief” claims he dreams of the North in his sleep and wakes up shouting, “The North! The North!” urging them to leave El Fasher and Khartoum and head to the North, where Burhan’s companies and investments are located.
Yes, the North is a paradise, as the marauder described it, with rivers flowing beneath it. That is the Nile, the descendant of paradises. Its people are the guardians of an ancient civilization, deeply rooted in human history. Indeed, the people of the North are the origins of humanity, O people!
“In you, Merowe, I saw all that is beautiful.” These were the lyrics sung by the late Kabli, who loved Merowe though he was not from there. Similarly, it was loved by General Sir Herbert William Jackson (1861–1931), who studied in Britain, France, and Germany, joined Kitchener’s army, and entered Sudan with him. He settled in Merowe, living among its people until his death and burial there. His family never requested his remains to be repatriated because he loved Merowe and its soil, requesting to be buried there.
Ironically, the “Marauder in Chief” now demands that the North becomes a graveyard for the marauders—a fitting goal in his view!
Naturally, the people of the North have no objection to their soil becoming a graveyard for the Janjaweed, as their corpses beneath the ground are far better than their presence above it. Over time, they might even turn into oil! Another reason for the people of the North to welcome the burial of the militia within their beloved land is to fulfill the promise of Yasser, Shams al-Din, and Burhan—the three rivals, or, better yet, the “Triple Alliance of Extermination.” This will be the subject of my next article.
“In you, Merowe, I saw all that is beautiful.”
Victory to our valiant army.
Pride and resilience to our fighting people.
Shame and disgrace to our enemies and traitors.
Source: Al-Mohaqiq website
