Magic in Sudan

The air is hot, dry, and full of dust. The omnipresent odor of exhaust fumes and litter mixes with the smell of fresh bread, onion, and the heavy scent of incense. That’s the smell of Sudan- the place where time is not counted by clocks and the life goes on between one prayer and another. Days are divided by glasses of sweet mint tea and cups of strong coffee with ginger served by a chubby Ethiopian girl. In this country, all-important meetings happen bokra– tomorrow if that’s God’s will. Here is our article about Magic in Sudan.

Sudanese transport - Many men riding on a bus
Common Sudanese transport

I am observing faces. Shiny with sweat, they seem to melt under the hot Sun and twist in wide, snow-white smiles. I look at women- their cheeks are covered with shuluh– traditional cuts on the skin to make them look more beautiful. Children are running around them dusted with sand, chasing a stray dog, or eating tahina– a local kind of halvah. They all look back at me. After all, khawageya– a white woman is a great attraction in Khartoum.

White woman in Sudanese school with many pupils in the room who holding their fist in the air
Work in Sudanese school.

Chaos took over the whole city.

Stalls, low houses, cafes, and booths are scattered across the streets without any logic. Each neighborhood at first glance seems shady, every bar looks lousy. Car horns howl loudly, mothers scream, children cry, someone laughs, and each speaker wheezes another song. Local shopkeepers shout and try to persuade to buy mangoes, oranges, and grapefruits. Shops expose huge wedding dresses of taffeta and tulle, embroidered with hundreds of zircons, waiting for their brides. Old ladies wrap tightly their curvy bodies with colored scarves called thaub. Young girls allow their headscarves to slip on their shoulders. Hands and feet of some bear traces of recently applied henna.

Nubian woman with traditional Shuluh on her face
Nubian woman with traditional Shuluh on her face
Beautiful Sudanese woman in pink veil
Beautiful Razan

The Food

The feast starts and the table is stuffed with local foods. In front of me sits a bowl of crushed broad beans with an egg, tomato, and onion- Sudanese foul. It is followed by molokheya– a sticky green sauce made with local vegetable and kisra– a thin sour pancake. Next to it, someone put a plate with aseeda– a porridge made out of corn. It shakes like a grey jelly and frightens all foreigners offered to try it. We are lucky to have also some chewy goat meat and fried chicken. There is shatta in a small dish, a spice for piquant food lovers, and a flatbread for everyone- it replaces a spoon.

Sudanese foul served with shortbread
Sudanese foul served with shortbread
Homemade foul with egg and onion in a bowl on the floor
Homemade foul with egg and onion

Left-handed people are having a hard time

it is compulsory to eat with the right hand. For dessert, we have halvah with yogurt, karkade ( hibiscus juice), and guava milkshake. Same as all foreigners in the capital, I also attend the most popular events. In Omdurman, I witness the Friday prayer of Sufi Muslims- dervish. Dressed in green, they spin around for hours, dance, sing, and drum to worship Allah. After that, I catch Amjad-  a Sudanese rickshaw, and head to the souk- the market place. If you know where to look, you can find there a piece of very old jewelry, pots, and tribal art. Prepared for long hours of negotiations, bargaining, and many cups of tea, I stay patient and simply have fun. It always pays off.

Dervish in Omdurman, Sudan doing magic
Dervish in Omdurman
Souk in Khartoum, Sudan
Souk in Khartoum
Magic in Sudan

The other part of the city offers just as exciting attractions. Nuba wrestling attracts hundreds of men each week. It is hard not to notice that a white girl chewing roasted locust on a bench is for some of the more entertaining than the sporting event itself.

two Nubian wrestler / Nuba wrestling
Nuba wrestling

The night doesn’t bring a respite from the swelter. The walls of the small hotel on the first floor somewhere in the city center radiate unbearable heat. In a tiny room with no windows, even the fan seems to be tired. It rotates, slowly cutting through the thick air but does not bring relief. Clothes and hair stick to my hot skin. Mosquitoes feast. I fall asleep in the morning to wake up again with the first call of a muezzin. It’s alright that I haven’t slept a wink, it really does not matter. Soon I will see the real Sudan, the third cataract of the Nile, and Nubia. It is time to go.

In the early morning, I catch the bus. It will take me to Suakin- a seaside town with wide beaches and tasty fish. It’s a perfect place to be if you want to relax and enjoy rural Sudan.

Beach in Suwakin, Sudan
Beach in Suwakin
Ruins in Suwakin, Sudan
Ruins in Suwakin

Ruins in Suwakin

Nothing compares though with Kassala. The rocky mountains there look like huge grey eggs and keep out of sight their biggest secrets. If you climb high enough you find a mountain café, ornamented with vivid colors and African tribal patterns painted on rocks. Sitting on huge cushions and drinking coffee from a tiny cup I feel like there is no better place to be. Local boys show me wild monkeys living in caves.

Kassala mountains, Sudan
Kassala mountains
Cafe in the Sudanese mountains
Cafe in the Sudanese mountains
Cafe in the Sudanese mountains
Cafe in the Sudanese mountains

Later on, I visit the oldest mosque in the region. It looks like a castle made of sand, ready to fall with the weakest wind blow. It is the most peaceful and beautiful temple I have ever seen.

The mosque in Kassala, Sudan
The mosque in Kassala

I hit the road again to find out that not only Egypt has the pyramids. Only 400 km north from Khartoum in the town of Karima you can see Sudanese ones, as impressive and beautiful as those in Giza. From the top of Jabal Barkal-  a small, flat mountain, I had a perfect view on pyramids as well as on the remains of the Amun temple sitting at its feet. This region belongs to Nubia and it’s situated between the 5th and 4th Nile Cataract, not far from my destination.

Woman wearing sunglasses in the Sudanese desert
Marta and the pyramids

Jawgul village

Finally, I reach Jawgul village located on the third cataract of the river, my home for the next few weeks. Conversations with Nubian women allow me to discover another face of Sudan. In the shady garden full of children and neighbors, Nubian girls behave freely and naturally. They take off their scarves, roll-up dresses and show smooth knees. They lay down comfortably on beds and mats, totally relaxed. An old woman washes her feet in a tub scrubbing her heels with soap. Kalthouma, my friend and a teacher in a local school, is sitting crouched and hulls the beans.

We drink tea and I ask about local magic in Sudan. They respond willingly and freely. Giggling, they argue and joke with each other and with me. Each of them is having her own opinion and point of view.

black and white photo of a Sudanese boy
Kathouma’s son- Muhammad


I meet at Shaykha. She is a very old woman endowed with zar– the power of healing. Like every healer she wears red. Her ears and nose are decorated with heavy, gold earrings and on her neck hangs a medallion- gifts from cured people. Her skin is as thin as parchment, one strand of her white, sparse hair is red.

Sheikha in Sudan doing Magic

Shaykha probably did not understand the purpose of my visit in her dark, secluded house and begins the rite of zar to heal me. She kindles incense, takes a sip from a bottle full of something that tastes like perfume. I know the savor because I have to drink it as well. She spits on me the mouthful of the smelly mixture and starts to hit herself very strongly with a long leather whip murmuring Nubian spells.

Sheikha in Sudan getting a red strand
Red strand in Sheikha’s hair
The incense used during zar during magic in Sudan
The incense used during zar
The leather whip used during a zar ceremony in magic Sudan
The leather whip used during a zar ceremony
Sheikha's medallion and the red outfit for magic in Sudan
Sheikha’s medallion and the red outfit

Muezzin Calling

Suddenly we can hear the muezzin calling for prayer from the minaret. The atmosphere in the room changes dramatically. Women present in the room calm the sheikha, beg her to stop. Apparently it is a sin to perform magic in Sudan during prayer time.

two Nubian women in Sudan
Nubian women
Sheikha with her granddaughtern in Sudan
Another Sheikha with her granddaughter
Bagara tribe man in traditional outfit doing magic in Sudan
Bagara tribe man in traditional outfit doing magic in Sudan

Later on, I was explained that those strong whips do not hurt, even though there are visible cuts on woman’s legs. They don’t come from Satan so they don’t cause pain. It was my last day in Nubia.

two Bagara tribe women in traditional outfits doing magic in Sudan
Bagara tribe
two Bagara tribe women in traditional outfits doing magic in Sudan
A woman from Bagara tribe
three white woman dancing with the Bagara tribe in Sudan
Dancing with Bagara tribe

I fell in love with women from Sudan. With the Ladies who give birth to their children and bury placentas in the sand. The ones who graduate from universities, travel far and come back. All those with great passions and talents. Women who kiss the lips of their daughters and sons with their black-inked lips. Girls who wait; for a husband and for a child, for prayer, for the sunset that brings relief, for the rain.

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