The blood in El Fasher is not water… and the screams rising from Zamzam camp are not just background noise to a prolonged war — they are the final heartbeat of peoples being annihilated before the eyes of a world that chooses to watch in silence. The Rapid Support Forces, stripped of all pretense, no longer hide their intent. What once posed as a mercenary militia has now fully morphed into a machine of ethnic cleansing, trampling over corpses to proclaim a fictitious state on the ruins of Darfur — as if history could be fooled by this grotesque performance.
After being defeated in its war against Sudan, the militia turned like hyenas to Darfur to complete its campaign of extermination. The horrors of El Geneina still burn in memory: the Masalit were slaughtered like they were not human, pushed into the wilderness, driven to the Chadian border as if they were dirt being swept under a rug. And now the same script is being replayed in El Fasher — only more brutal, more savage — as though nothing had happened, as if blood has no value in the ledgers of the world.
Zamzam was not merely a camp for the displaced; it has become a mass grave. Rockets rain down on Nivasha, for no crime other than sheltering the remnants of Darfur’s soul.
Despite all this, the Sudanese army clings to the ethics of war, facing a militia that only knows blades and fire. Their strongholds remain untouched, their nests unbothered… as if we’re hunting wolves while minding hunting etiquette. But for how long? What use is virtue when the price is an entire people’s survival?
This is no longer a conflict over borders or power — it is an existential war. A full-scale replacement project, designed to erase the identities of people who lived on this land long before maps gave it a name. Arabs of the diaspora are being imported as a cheap substitute for the rightful owners, and the international community chooses to shut its eyes — because the truth is too hideous for their evening news.
Today in El Fasher, Battle 202 added hundreds of bodies to a list so long, it finds no readers. And tomorrow? Battle 203 must become the blaze that burns the last tent of the Janjaweed. It’s time for the army to remove the silk gloves. It’s time for the skies to thunder with airstrikes, not excuses.
As for the collaborators from the region — Al-Hadi Idris, Al-Tahir Hajar, Nimir, Ahmed Ayoub — you are not merely cowards. You are accomplices in this massacre. Your silence is complicity. Your signatures are daggers. You returned to your people not with peace, but with disgrace. Darfur will not forgive. History will not show mercy.
From this podium, I look on with sorrow… and I say: do not ask us to cry — tears have become a luxury. All we ask is for the world to hear this scream, before silence becomes the only language left in Darfur.
