Bakhet – Er – Rida, now and then
By: Prof. Kirya Ahmed Nasr
Like taking a delicious meal, a recalling of your so dear memories that are firmly and strongly depicted in your memoirs ; particularly, those are so close to a so dear place . AD-Dueim is a city that embracing the White Nile at its western bank, and our hearts as well in its kind bosom heart ; shaping a masterpiece that invites artists to bring their brushes and colours to paint .
A ferry used to be the only bandage that ties the two clefts of the banks that eye – line the eyes of the city. A bridge , now , connects it with the eastern side ; allowing traffic smoothly passes to make the inhabitants move freely the 24 hours long .
New comers and visitors couldn’t roam it without utterly uttering Bakhet-Er-Rida.Yep, the fortress of knowledge. It’s in every Sudanese heart memorably ringing. Nobody ever never can deny knowing it or at least in a foggy idea he heard of it .
Bakhet – Er – Rida , was a reputable institute that lies at the western Bank of the White Nile ; some kilometers North of the city. It used to train Intermediate school teachers since 1932 AD and prepare teachers for Elementary schools .That, was besides other activities it used to practise to prepare a comprehensive kind of teacher.
For the purpose of a successful and granted training three intermediate schools were established: White Nile intermediate school , Ed-Duiem North intermediate school and Al- Rifia intermediate school. These schools usually used to pick the most intelligent and brilliant ever students known.The institute was so selective in picking up the teaching staffs for these school, lest the learners meet quality kind of learning and education.Thus , all students of these schools smoothly proceed to culminate their education in highly reputable positions.
Recently, and in the past few years. Bakhet -Er- Rida is divided into two sections: A university, at the western side of the tarmac road and the curricula section eastern of the tarmac road .
After a long absence of this so dear institution, my heart started throbbing when they have chosen me an internal examiner to a Ph.D study candidate ( by name ; Mustafa Hassan Musa ) to be a memorial occasion .
I came with my old images and pictures well stored in my mind. My school, boarding-house, our dwelling, the sports area , the libarary , the staffs housing area ; in short the whole old picture is screening in front of me .
Our car, in approaching the city , the throbbing of my heart was increasing in its great palpitations. It nearly jumped out of my chest. I put my left hand on the whereabouts of my heart, to fix it and support it a little bit, lest to avoid a stroke . It continued beating , even at times , beating faster, to the extent that I feared a “heart attack” .
I felt that the car is in a turtle movement ; it dragged itself so slowly , to the extent that I could count the leaves of some trees.
Alas ! We safely reached the land of my dreams.The land that was actually served to be the turning point in our life ; the 12 years that are still hanging in my long-term memory. Bakhet -Er- Rida. Yep , a reputable ever known fantastic educative place .
Taking the whole turns we used to take ; I concentrated unintentionally at the fine and so late buildings at my left side. Ah ! A university ? The sign-boards are nicely reflected to me “Bakhet -Er- Rida University”. Yep, the university then.
Wow ! Bakhet – Er -Rida is now born to be in line with; Oxford , Harvard , Cambridge, U of K , Geziera . This is to name a few .
So surprised , to find a number of my old students now taking reputable seats at this reputable university : Dr. Abd-Al-Mageed Mohammed Ahemd, Dr. Omer Abd-Arhman , Dr. Zain Al-Abideen . Really, I’m so proud to see them placing themselves so confidently in these reputable positions. My congrats ! My congrats !
Bakhet -Er-Rida
-Beautifully situated by lines
-A moon that for all shines
-keep an eye you and mine
-honestly tailors in all design
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-Everyone is heated’n’ shape
-triggered, recorded ‘n’ tape
-Eloquently sprang ‘t” move
-Rattles melodiously a dove
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-Ring the bells alive
-Utterly ‘t’ sport dive
-Duty is felt a must
-A judge finely just !