Those who thought they could persuade the Sudanese leadership to yield to the new Quartet that includes the UAE have completely miscalculated. They tried to dress neutrality upon a hand stained with the fuel and smoke of war. But truth cannot be perfumed, and stench cannot be hidden under sweet scent. The UAE is neither a mediator nor a witness — it is a party deeply submerged in the project of destruction, supporting the militia openly and secretly, distributing money and weapons as hatred is distributed in a market without conscience.
The Sudanese leadership knows this well. That is why it firmly rejected the Quartet, sending back both its first and second decisions to the drawers of history. It refused because acceptance would mean shaking hands with the one who stabbed it, sitting at the table with the one who set its house on fire. And because it is a leadership that knows what it wants, it will not accept mediation from those who manage the war from behind curtains, nor will it bargain over the blood of its martyrs or the sovereignty it has watered with determination.
As for the reports about the birth of a new Quartet — comprising Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, and Turkey — this seems the most logical and reasonable possibility. These four nations still maintain a minimum level of mutual respect and understand that Khartoum cannot be ruled through pressure or diktats, but through balanced dialogue and honest positions. The Sudanese leadership respects these countries and perhaps sees in them signs of a different path — one not built on deceit or hidden interests, but on a clear principle: Sudan belongs to the Sudanese, and the era of tutelage is over.
The “State of Evil,” which has failed in all its schemes and stumbled in marketing its proxies, has begun to realize that its bet is lost. Those it funds have become a burden before they could ever be a card in its hand. It failed to plant them as rulers, failed to burn the country through them, and now watches from afar as its project collapses — like one pouring water onto a mirage, believing he is quenching the earth.
From my platform, I look out and see…
that the probabilities now are many, yet all of them pass through the neck of the bottle — a difficult political birth that demands courage, wisdom, and clean hands that do not tremble. The leadership in Khartoum knows the decision rests solely in its hands, and that no matter how the world gathers, it will not impose a new tutelage upon it. It observes the scene with the calm of the capable, waiting for the long-awaited birth after a painful labor — a birth that will bring forth either a true peace… or a new illusion, dead before it takes its first breath.
