يا طلاب وخريجي جامعة جوبا وثقوا تجاربكم هنا..

Quote: Dear Abdel Latief, Salam wa Shoog Kateer to you and your participants in this long waited for post. Thanks ever so much Ya Abdel Latief for this post. I hope I spelled your name correctly. Just touching on the names’ spelling, my name should be spelled "Inshirah", however, I consciously took the decision to change it into "Enshrah" and that was while I was a student at Juba Uni. As to why I did that is because my beloved friends from Southern Sudan can't pronounce my name the way it should be, therefore, I changed the spelling of name to suit the comfort of my beloved. I don't think you have forgotten me, as of course I remember most of you very well particularly you - Abdel Latief Hassan Ali. Juba and Juba uni, for me, as I am quite sure for most of its students, it wasn't just a place to study academics. The time I spent in Juba was "an eye opener" to many crucial facts and realities of life. Juba University has shaped my identity, character, mind, heart and soul. I stand everywhere in the world to say I am a Sudanese woman who proudly did her undergraduate studies at Juba Uni, though, I don't think many of my audience as well as of my current friends understand or appreciate exactly what I am talking about or as to why I am so specific/ emotional about it. To the extend that, in many occasions, some of my friends would jokingly say, please Enshrah can we "not talk" about Juba today, then I would sadly shut up. For me, before joining Juba Uni "the Southerners" were the "others" i.e. the unknown. When I ask myself - what did I know about the South and people live there before then. The answer is always, well I don’t know Southerners are the Southerners and the South is the South of Sudan and I am quite sure the same goes for the Southerners themselves when they try to define the Northerners of course prior to the experience of Juba Uni. Therefore, "We are" among the luckiest in Sudan to have traveled from all over the country and have lived together in that place called "Juba" . Being a Juba student has taught me that the only way to have a peaceful and developed Sudan is by respecting the cultures and the identities of all of us regardless of our backgrounds. It has also taught me social justice is not about slogans and speeches, but is about accepting each other and treating each other on equal footing. I don’t want to scare off some people from this post and turn into a political platform, though I can’t talk about Juba without stressing the political side of the story. Therefore, I have a sincere message for those who still have Juba in their hearts and minds that "Juba needs us more than ever", thus, we should not turn ourselves into passive historians i.e. only documenting the past events, but should look at ourselves as active agents of change and there is lot waiting for us to achieve. I have a lot to say and I have a lot to share with you - the unavailability of an Arabic keyboard has completely put me off right now- will sort out myself and get back to you. Before I go let me say ‘ Let the memories of our passed colleagues lit our lives" . I dread to mention names, however, in many occasions I sweetly remember the strengthens, the dignity and the clear of vision of that Comrade called Arop Deng. Arop the son of that woman called Awore, I hope she is alive after what had happened and what is happening to Abyai, where that knight came from. Jus to tell you about my personal circumstances, after more than ten years in the UK I moved to work in West Africa. I am married and have a lovely little daughter, her name is Fatima. Fatima is quite confused about her racial identity and I wonder if Dr. Karaum could give me a hand to put her on track as he put her mother. For those of A’bdeen, Alnaji and the rest of that gang, wherever they are right now, I would say "what goes around comes around". Hence, this is not the end of the story. Hugs enshrah