In lands where envy's shadows played,  
My family's journeys oft portrayed.  
Cousins, with eyes of green despair,  
Longed for the adventures we would bear. 
 
With father's trade, a constant roam,  
To distant lands, an ever-growing home.  
Travels sweet, yet burdens weighed,  
Negatives in the memories laid. 
 
Sudan, a land both harsh and fair,  
Where seasons danced in heated air.  
"I'm a fish, misplaced, I fear,"  
I said, as the plane drew near. 
 
"Don't fret, my dear," my mother's voice,  
"This shall be an adventure, a choice."  
In Sudan's heat, we found our plight,  
Two seasons only, day and night. 
 
A coup in shadows, power seized,  
The internet's voice the general appeased.  
For weeks, in silence, we were confined,  
Riots, fistfights, chaos entwined. 
 
Disconnected, a nation's plight,  
Yet in my mind, games took flight.  
The general's courage, a wonder still,  
To silence millions with a will. 
 
After centuries in turmoil's grasp,  
The general yielded to protests' clasp.  
Life, a phoenix, from ashes rose,  
Internet returned, as history shows. 
 
Days of school, of work and play,  
Yet storms in April came our way.  
Sudanese forces, in war declared,  
Tensions high, the world unprepared. 
 
On that fateful day, a sleep too deep,  
My father's rest, our safety to keep.  
A message heeded, gunfire near,  
Brother's room, a tale of fear. 
 
In darkness, power's fleeting light,  
Rationed goods, a desperate plight.  
Six days endured, a decision made,  
To UN post, a refuge laid. 
 
Convoy's chaos, a search in vain,  
Yet fortune smiled, a convoy's gain.  
RSF checkpoints, armed and stern,  
A stolen phone, a lesson learned. 
 
Days at the post, hope did rise,  
Evacuation, a grand reprise.  
Through desert sands, a convoy vast,  
A French destroyer, freedom at last. 
 
Jeddah's shores, a haven found,  
In Saudi's grace, safe and sound.  
A journey wild, of highs and strife,  
From Sudan's turmoil to newfound life.