OH MASA LALU TERNYATA SUNGGUH JAUH AKU BERJARAK DENGANMU

Pagi hari pada tanggal 8 Agustus 2008 di Masjid Pusong Lhokseumawe.

OH MASA LALU TERNYATA SUNGGUH JAUH AKU BERJARAK DENGANMU

Beberapa orang bertanya apakah kisah-kisah Abu adalah sebuah cerita yang murni fiksi ataukan diary dari pengalaman hidup Abu. Kehidupan nyata jarang sekali memiliki alur yang memuaskan sebagaimana sebuah cerita, rasa-rasanya kehidupan akan selalu menghasilkan akhir yang suram atau mungkin datar-datar saja. Tapi di sisi lain Abu tak menampik beberapa peristiwa dalam cerita hadir dari pengalaman hidup Abu sendiri yang telah diberi bumbu sehingga dapat ditarik sebuah kesimpulan atau hikmah. Maka jawaban pertanyaan dari orang-orang tersebut bahwa kisah Abu ini bukanlah murni cerita sekaligus kaffah sebuah diary.

Berbeda dengan Hollywood dimana filem yang sukses akan memiliki sekuel, hidup kita tak begitu hanya sekali lalu mati. Selayaknya dijalani dengan sebaik-baiknya dan sehormat-hormatnya. Abu sejenak mencoba mengingat momen-momen emas dalam hidup, setiap hari bertambah dewasa kemudian dihisap oleh rutinitas betapa Abu menyadari bahwa tiap-tiap manusia sebagaimana diri sendiri bukanlah robot, kita memiliki rasa atas apa-apa yang telah kita lalui bersama waktu. Perubahan adalah syarat berjalannya waktu kita manusia harus siap menjadi bentuk terbaru dari dirinya setiap detik berjalan. Ketika menilik kebelakang seraya menghirup aroma kopi mix di depan laptop Abu mencoba mengingat dan bercerita tentang masa lalu.

Pertengahan tahun 1990. Hari itu adalah hari pertama Abu pergi ke sekolah, masuk Madrasah Ibtidaiyah (setingkat Sekolah Dasar) riuh suara anak-anak di antar orang tuanya sebentar lagi usai, kelas pertama di mulai. Menatap sendu Ibu yang mengantar ke pintu kelas. Ada perasaan gentar melihat teman-teman baru, ada yang membawa termos warna-warni dan beberapa anak perempuan mengenakan pita. Decit suara kapur pun di mulai dan bu guru membuka kelas dengan ramah. Sekolah adalah dunia yang sama sekali asing bagi Abu yang waktu itu berusia 6 tahun, biasanya di rumah (sebagai anak pertama) adalah raja dengan adik-adik sebagai punggawa. Di sekolah harus membaur dan rasanya Abu belum siap menuju samudera lepas ini. Abu mengintip keluar dan memastikan ibu masih menunggu diluar, Abu bertanya dalam hati bagaimana jika tali sepatu lepas? Abu belum belajar cara mengikatnya. Waktu berjalan sangat perlahan ketika tiba-tiba Abu mendapati ibu sudah tidak tampak lagi di jendela. Kegelisahan memuncak maka terjadilah! Abu menjerit sekuat tenaga menangis memanggil-manggil ibu sementara seisi kelas terkejut, dan semua pandangan mengarah kepada Abu, semakin tertekan Abu semakin keras menjerit. Akhirnya ibu kembali dan memeluk Abu. Akhirnya bu guru mengizinkan Abu pulang karena Abu terus meminta. Rasa takut kerap kali mengalahkan rasa malu, tak peduli Abu melangkah pergi tak sanggup menghadapi dunia sekolah. Mulai keesokan harinya Abu diberi kemudahan oleh guru untuk mengikuti pelajaran dengan didampingi Ibu, dan terjadilah momen paling cemen seumur hidup ketika belajar ibu menyuapkan es krim dan menyemangati untuk belajar. Ini adalah cuplikan adegan yang paling memalukan dalam hidup Abu, tapi di sisi lain membuat Abu merasa sangat dicintai oleh Ibu. Bahwa dalam keadaan paling memalukan sekalipun beliau selalu di sisi Abu.

Hari-hari sekolah pun berjalan dan Abu akhirnya belajar berteman dan menemukan sahabat-sahabat terbaik di madrasah. Mereka tidak pernah menyinggung kejadian menangis itu dan Abu sempat merasa semua lupa. Sampai di kelas 6 Abu dicalonkan menjadi ketua kelas dan dengan segala kharisma yang telah ada waktu itu Abu memenangkannya dengan mudah. Seorang gadis manis, pujaan sekolah mendatangi Abu dan mengucapkan selamat, ia tersenyum dengan lesung pipi yang masih Abu ingat sampai sekarang kemudian berkata. “Tidak disangka ya Abu dulunya anak yang menangis ketika masuk sekolah sekarang bisa menjadi ketua kelas.” Sebuah belati tajam menusuk ulu hati Abu kemudian melirik kawan-kawan tim sukses, mereka ada yang menunduk, bersiul atau memberikan jempol ke Abu. Kalian memang sahabat-sahabat terbaik. Belum pernah dalam hidup Abu mendapatkan bintang terang di mata gadis-gadis sekolah seperti ini, kalian sungguh luar biasa. Abu tersenyum rasa dingin di hati berubah menjadi hangat dan mata Abu berkaca-kaca, sial! Dengan sigap Abu mengucapkan terima kasih dan percakapan kami berhenti disitu. Abu tidak berpengalaman berbicara dengan perempuan, apapun itu jika itu bukan keahlianmu maka hindari.

Abu selain memiliki sikap yang ekspresif juga memiliki ingatan yang tajam terhadap masa lalu. Hal ini diamini oleh Ibu Abu tapi dengan catatan bahwa Abu hanya melupakan kesalahan-kesalahan yang pernah diperbuat tapi tidak pernah melupakan kesalahan orang lain, dan itu mengesalkan katanya. Otak merekam peristiwa kemudian ketika kita mengaksesnya kembali telah berubah menjadi informasi. Kendalanya kita tidak bisa memilih apa yang kita ingat dan apa yang kita lupakan. Pernah ada kejadian Abu bertemu dengan seorang teman SMA baru-baru ini dan dia mengungkapkan bahwa dia dulu membenci Abu karena pernah berkata buruk untuknya. Mukanya jelek, orangnya dekil dan sebagainya. Abu mencoba mengingat dan telah melupakan kejadian waktu SMA itu, tapi Abu menyadari kekurangan tersebut dan meminta maaf seraya menambahkan apa kira-kira perbuatan yang bisa Abu lakukan untuk menebus kesalahan tersebut. Ia menampik dan berkata sudah lega karena telah menyampaikan perasaannya, kami bersalaman dan tertawa. Sama-sama lega karena telah memperbaharui hubungan yang telah retak dulunya (dalam hal ini Abu tidak sadar).

Masa lalu bisa memalukan untuk diceritakan, sekaligus menjadi indah dalam kenangan. Ketika mengingat kesalahan-kesalahan yang pernah Abu buat sontak merasa malu. Kita semua pernah salah, syukur bagi mereka yang mendapat pengampunan, sedang ada juga yang dihakimi kesalahan-kesalahan muda yang seharusnya ditebus. Tapi juga tak seharusnya seorang koruptor selepas masa tahanan yang sedikit itu disambut dengan suka cita dan gegap gempita. Betapa mirisnya dan menurunnya kemampuan berpikir kualitas manusia provinsi ini. Akh, Abu merasa malu.

Baca juga: KISAH KISAH PETUALANGAN SI ABU

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SEJARAH TAK BERPIHAK KEPADA KITA

Peta Jalur sutra laut China

SEJARAH TAK BERPIHAK KEPADA KITA

Di suatu hari pada tahun 1345 Ibnu Batutah tiba di Guangzhou menggunakan kapal Kesultanan Samudera Pasai milik Sultan Malik az-Zahir. Bandar yang disebut “zaitun” oleh para pedagang muslim itu. Lebih mengejutkan ternyata banyak kapal berbendera Pasai berdagang disitu. Jung yang di miliki Pasai terlihat menonjol di perairan Yunan tersebut. Kemajuan dibidang teknik dan ekonomi wilayah pelosok Islam sebelah timur muslim ini sekejab membuat petualang merasa bangga. Hari ini adakah kapal Aceh yang berniaga ke Cina?

Tahun 1629. Kapal induk armada Kesultanan Aceh telah tiba di gerbang kota Malaka yang dikuasai Portugis. Kapal itu bernama Cakradonya dan orang-orang Portugis menyebutnya dengan nama “Espanto del Mundo” atau teror dunia. Seorang sejarawan Spanyol bernama Manuel Faria y Sousa (hidup rentang 1590-1649) menulis dalam sebuah buku berjudul “Asia Portuguesa” terbitan Lisbon dicetak tahun 1666 menceritakan setiap prajurit Portugis melihat kapal ini mereka berteriak dengan kekaguman. Dia mendeskripsikan bahwa Cakradonya memiliki panjang 200 hasta (sekitar 100 meter), memiliki tiga tiang layar dan dilengkapi 100 meriam baik sisi kiri maupun kanan. Ia menyebutkan betapa hebatnya, betapa kuatnya, betapa indahnya, betapa kayanya. Meski sering melihat benda-benda indah kami semua terpukau melihat yang satu ini (Kapal Cakradonya). Selain Cakradonya ada beberapa kapal nyaris sekelas sebagai pengiring yaitu Cakra Alam, Rijalul ‘Asyiqin, Nurul ‘Isyqi, Cari Lawan dan Naga Kentara. Sekarang semua itu telah musnah, kita tidak tahu jika bukan karena orang asing menulisnya, seperti Denys Lombard seorang sejarawan Perancis dalam buku berjudul “Kerajaan Aceh” diterbitkan oleh Gramedia dicetak pertama tahun 1986.  Hari ini adakah budaya maritim masih kita miliki?

Bukan sejarah tak berpihak pada kita, tapi sesungguhnya sejarah pernah menjadi milik kita. Jika seolah-olah bukan maka sebenarnya pemikiran telah dimanipulasi dengan tiga langkah:

  1. Identitas dihancurkan. Nama-nama orang terdahulu dicemarkan, makam-makam mereka diterlantarkan, sehingga merasa indatu adalah orang-orang yang pandir, menolak kemajuan dan hanya terfokus pada masa lalu.
  2. Penawaran kemungkinan untuk menyelamatkan diri. Untuk menjadi maju pilihannya adalah melebur menjadi sama dengan lainnya, menjadi baik dalam pandangan budaya luar. Ketika kita kehilangan identitas, akibatnya kehilangan jati diri, dan menghilangkan rasa gentar orang lain kepada kita. Tidak masalah bergaul dan membaur, tapi ketika kau terserabut dari akar maka tinggal menunggu angin kau akan terlempar.
  3. Identitas yang dibangun ulang. Seorang peneliti Belanda terkenal pernah berkata kita-kira, orang-orang Aceh zaman ini (1891) sudah tidak dapat diselamatkan dari peradaban (artinya selalu melawan penjajahan) maka tugas kita untuk menciptakan orang Aceh baru yang dapat menerima kemajuan (penjajahan). Putuskan akarnya sehingga mereka merasa malu akan leluhurnya.

Mengulang-ulang sejarah bukan berarti menangisi masa lalu yang indah dan (sedang) tak terulang kembali. Bukan juga untuk menyesali, menggerutu saja lalu untuk kemudian tidak berbuat apa-apa. Membaca sejarah masa lalu adalah untuk berpikir, merenung kemudian memiliki pijakan filosofis ketika bertindak. Menjadi api yang menerangi jiwa dan raga, sehingga tak akan pernah lupa siapa kita adanya.

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PROSA ALAM GAYO LUES

Puncak Ise-Ise Gayo Lues Pertengahan tahun 2022

PROSA ALAM GAYO LUES

“Hatiku tenang karena mengetahui bahwa apa yang melewatkanku tidak pernah menjadi takdirku, dan apa yang ditakdirkan untukku tidak akan melewatkanku.” Umar bin Khattab.

Puncak Ise-Ise, Gayo Lues tengah tahun 2022. Hari masih pagi, kabut mengantung di depan, di antara pepohonan di bawah dan melayang atas tepi-tepi jurang yang hijau. Disana, dalam jam-jam tenang dan sejuk setelah sang fajar naik sepenggalah, hujan rintik-rintik sudah sedari tadi menyiram pelan-pelan. Sejauh pandang mata yang dapat dituju, yang terlihat adalah bayang-bayang berkabut. Ada kenyerian datang melintas bersama terpaan angin dingin berhembus. Sementara itu, batang-batang pohon tusam seakan gemetar oleh suara gaung suara yang mengigilkan jantung, kian rapat mengurung dalam cengkraman perasaan yang begitu cemas. Asam di lambung naik dan turun menggapai tenggorokan. Tubuh terasa goyang oleh goncangan yang begitu kuat menghentak, keras mencengkram. Di balik kungkungan awan, ada berlapis-lapis gunung terjal, di sambung lagi dengan gunung terjal lainnya. Di bawah sana, tampak dunia seolah dari zaman yang telah lampau.

Sewaktu kecil sering berkhayal, dunia macam apa yang ada di balik awan. Di sini terjawab, titik-tik air ada di seluruh penjuru, merayap perlahan tak beraturan. Buku-buku sejarah membawa berfantasi. Pada Rabu, 18 Mei 1904, pukul sepuluh pagi, penduduk Desa Tampeng (kemungkinan Desa Tampeng atau Tampeng Musara Kecamatan Kutapanjang Kabupaten Gayo Lues), dikejutkan oleh gelegar tembakan-tembakan, lagu-lagu perjuangan serta teriakan-teriakan dalam bahasa Belanda maupun Melayu dan yang paling mengerikan adalah erangan orang-orang ditebas pedang atau kelewang membacok siapapun yang ada di depan mereka. Sejarah menulis di hari itu[1] bahwa Tampeng sebuah desa kecil yang tak terlalu berarti bagi kekuatan kolonial di dataran tinggi Gayo (Dekat Blangkejeren sekarang) seluruh penduduknya yang tidak sampai 200 orang, kebanyakan petani dibantai oleh pasukan marsose. Sumber lokal mencatat ada 125 laki-laki, 47 perempuan dan 3 orang anak-anak terbunuh. Penaklukkan Gayo tahun 1904[2] adalah ekspedisi penjelajahan paling berdarah dalam sejarah Belanda. Penyerangan itu hanya beberapa bulan saja, dan selama pertempuran biasanya berlangsung sepihak, hampir tidak ada korban di pihak Belanda, kemenangan hanyalah formalitas belaka. Letnan Kempes menceritakan, “di mana-mana di tempat yang kami datangi, orang-orang berjuang sampai titik darah penghabisan. Kegigihan mereka dalam membela diri sangatlah luar biasa. Bahkan perempuan dan anak-anak ikut berperang, demi keselamatan diri, kami sering terpaksa meneruskan pertempuran itu sampai benar-benar tidak ada nyawa yang tersisa lagi.”[3]

Kekejaman Belanda di Kampong Likat Tanah Gayo, anak-anak dan perempuan juga di bantai oleh tentara Belanda pimpinan Van Daalen. Perang Aceh (1873-1904)

Sebelum tahun 1904 Belanda tidak pernah menjejakkan kaki ke wilayah Gayo Lues dan Aceh Tenggara. Ketika itu, wilayah ini tidak dihuni orang-orang Aceh, tetapi orang Gayo dan Alas dengan bahasa dan budaya sendiri, namun segera Belanda menyadari sebagaimana orang-orang Aceh yang hidup di pesisir mereka juga membenci Belanda. Tampeng sebagaimana banyak desa di Gayo dan Alas menghilang tanpa bekas akibat ekspedisi Belanda. Bahkan di tahun 2022 (118 tahun kemudian) desa ini penduduknya masih jarang, yang terlihat hanyalah hamparan ladang-ladang kosong terlihat seperti desa mati bahkan beberapa warung di puncak juga tidak dapat mengubah keadaan itu.

Syahdan Panglima tertinggi pasukan Belanda ketika itu, Letnan Jenderal G.C,E. van Daaleen Van[4] mengumpulkan semua tetua Gayo yang masih hidup berpidato. “Inilah akibat kalian membantu Aceh dalam perang melawan kami (Belanda). Lihatlah ketika kalian dibantai dan dihinakan! Adakah mereka membantu kalian?”[5] Sebuah pembenaran atas tindakan kejahatan dipenuhi oleh nafsu kolonialisme. Setelah benteng terakhir Batee Iliek jatuh (tahun 1901), dimana seluruh hampir seluruh pasukan Aceh telah terbunuh. Praktis tidak memiliki tenaga lagi dalam perang panjang menghadapi Belanda, jangankan melindungi Gayo segenap pesisir telah jatuh ke tangan Belanda. Saat itu pedalaman Gayo dan Alas satu-satunya wilayah merdeka yang belum terjamah Belanda kesanalah Sultan terakhir Muhammad Daudsyah mengungsi sebelum akhirnya ditangkap Belanda.[6] Adu domba merupakan jalan paling murah yang harus dibayar oleh kolonialisme Belanda untuk menaklukkan bangsa-bangsa di Nusantara, berbagai prasangka antar daerah yang diwariskan oleh mereka. Sayangnya itu semua masih hidup di antara kita. Dan ternyata kolonialisme masih meninggal jejaknya meski ia telah lama angkat kaki dari negeri ini.

Tiap-tiap orang memiliki sejarahnya masing-masing, hal itu akan membawa hipotesa ketika menghadapi hal yang baru. Meski begitu besok adalah cerita yang berbeda, besok juga adalah hal yang berbeda. Hanya ingin kesempatan untuk membuat hal-hal yang lebih baik, jika selamat dari tikungan itu, hari ini. Dan dapat menambah hidup satu hari lagi.

Sesungguhnya dunia ini rapuh bagai jaring laba-laba semuanya akan menuju kematian.

Referensi
[1] https://tengkuputeh.com/2017/12/08/korps-marsose-serdadu-pribumi/ diakses 14 Juli 2022.
[2] https://tengkuputeh.com/2017/08/10/penaklukkan-gayo/ diakses 14 Juli 2022.
[3] https://tengkuputeh.com/2021/04/09/kenapa-sultan-aceh-menyerah/ diakses 14 Juli 2022.
[4] Kempess, J. De tocht van overste van Daaleen door de Gajo-,Alas-en Bataklanden. Delmeijer, 1905.
[5] https://tengkuputeh.com/2017/08/10/penaklukkan-gayo/ diakses 14 Juli 2022.
[6] Kempess, J. De tocht van overste van Daaleen door de Gajo-,Alas-en Bataklanden. Delmeijer, 1905.

Artikel-artikel tentang Aceh:

  1. EKSPLOITASI SUMBER DAYA ALAM APAKAH BAGUS UNTUK ACEH 15 OKTOBER 2017;
  2. AROMA MEMIKAT DARI DAPUR ACEH 16 OKTOBER 2017;
  3. TARIKH ACEH DAN NUSANTARA 29 OKTOBER 2017;
  4. PEKUBURAN SERDADU BELANDA PEUCUT KHERKHOF DI BANDA ACEH SEBAGAI SAKSI KEDAHSYATAN PERANG ACEH 11 NOVEMBER 2017;
  5. PEMBERONTAKAN KAUM REPUBLIK KASUS DARUL ISLAM ACEH 17 NOVEMBER 2017;
  6. TUANKU HASYIM WALI NANGGROE YANG DILUPAKAN SEJARAH 19 NOVEMBER 2017;
  7. KOPRS MARSOSE SERDADU PRIBUMI PELAYAN RATU BELANDA 8 DESEMBER 2017;
  8. HIKAYAT-HIKAYAT DARI NEGERI ACEH 16 DESEMBER 2017;
  9. LEGENDA GAJAH PUTIH SEBAGAI ASAL NAMA KABUPATEN BENER MERIAH; 12 JANUARI 2018;
  10. SECANGKIR KOPI DARI ACEH; 22 JANUARI 2018;
  11. ACEH PUNGO (ACEH GILA); 8 FEBRUARI 2018;
  12. SIAPAKAH ORANG ACEH SEBENARNYA; 6 APRIL 2018;
  13. ORANG ACEH DALAM SEJARAH SUMATERA; 15 APRIL 2018;
  14. KETIKA IBNU BATTUTA MELAWAT SAMUDERA PASAI; 16 APRIL 2018;
  15. KISAH HIDUP LAKSAMANA MALAHAYATI; 18 APRIL 2018;
  16. PERANAN LEMBAGA TUHA PEUET DALAM MASYARAKAT ACEH PADA MASA LAMPAU; 5 MEI 2018;
  17. MENYINGKAP MAKNA SYAIR KUTINDHIENG SELAKU MANTRA SIHIR ACEH KUNO; 15 MEI 2018;
  18. SEJARAH KERAJAAN LAMURI; 24 JUNI 2018;
  19. KEBIJAKAN POLITIK ISLAM OLEH SNOUCK HURGRONJE SEBAGAI SARAN KEPADA PEMERINTAH HINDIA BELANDA UNTUK MENGHANCURKAN KEKUATAN ISLAM DI INDONESIA; 25 JUNI 2018;
  20. MASA DEPAN POLITIK DUNIA MELAYU; 28 JULI 2018;
  21. EDISI KHUSUS SERI PAHLAWAN NASIONAL PRANGKO 100 TAHUN CUT NYAK DHIEN; 8 AGUSTUS 2018;
  22. MEMOAR PANGLIMA POLEM SEORANG PEJUANG PERINTIS KEMERDEKAAN; 19 SEPTEMBER 2018;
  23. PUTROE PHANG JULUKAN DARI TENGKU KAMALIAH SEORANG PUTRI KESULTANAN PAHANG; 28 SEPTEMBER 2018;
  24. TEUKU NYAK ARIEF SEORANG YANG TULEN BERANI DAN LURUS SEBAGAI RENCONG ACEH DI VOLKSRAAD; 17 OKTOBER 2018;
  25. RINCIAN ISI KANUN MEUKUTA ALAM PERATURAN PERUNDANG-UNDANGAN KESULTANAN ACEH DARUSSALAM YANG DISUSUN PADA MASA PEMERINTAHAN SULTAN ISKANDAR MUDA; 26 OKTOBER 2018;
  26. CATATAN SEJARAH RANTAI BABI ATAU RANTE BUI DALAM TULISAN YANG DISUSUN KOLONIAL BELANDA; 26 OKTOBER 2018;
  27. PASUKAN MERIAM NUKUM SANANY SEBUAH PASAK DARI RUMAH GADANG INDONESIA MERDEKA; 4 NOVEMBER 2018;
  28. PENEMUAN ARCA KEPALA ALALOKITESWARA SEBAGAI JEJAK KEBERADAAN PERADABAN AGAMA BUDHA DI ACEH; 18 NOVEMBER 2018;
  29. REVOLUSI DESEMBER ’45 DI ACEH ATAU PEMBASMIAN PENGKHIANAT TANAH AIR; 6 FEBRUARI 2019;
  30. LEBURNJA KERATON ATJEH; 11 MARET 2019;
  31. HADIH MAJA PENGAJARAN SERTA HIBURAN WARISAN LELUHUR; 27 MARET 2019;
  32. HAME ATAU PANTANGAN ORANG ACEH DARI MASA LAMPAU; 19 JUNI 2019;
  33. SINGA ATJEH BIOGRAPHI SERI SULTAN ISKANDAR MUDA; 6 AGUSTUS 2019;
  34. APA SEBAB RAKYAT ACEH SANGGUP BERPERANG PULUHAN TAHUN MELAWAN AGRESSI BELANDA; 17 OKTOBER 2019;
  35. PERBANDINGAN PENGUCAPAN BAHASA ACEH DENGAN BAHASA INDONESIA; 30 DESEMBER 2019;
  36. BERBAGAI BAHASA DAERAH DI ACEH; 30 JANUARI 2020;
  37. LOKASI ISTANA KERAJAAN ACEH DULU DAN SEKARANG; 27 FEBRUARI 2020;
  38. MEREKONSTRUKSIKAN KEMBALI LETAK ISTANA DARODDONYA; 3 MARET 2020;
  39. LEGENDA DAN MITOS ASAL USUL PENAMAAN PULAU SABANG, GUNUNG SEULAWAH, PANTAI ALUE NAGA DAN KAWASAN ULEE LHEU; 29 MEI 2020;
  40. LEGENDA ASAL USUL GUNUNG GEURUTEE; 1 JUNI 2020;
  41. HAMZAH FANSURI PERINTIS SASTRA MELAYU; 4 JULI 2020;
  42. GEREJA PERTAMA DI ACEH; 12 JULI 2020;
  43. PERISTIWA TERBUNUHNYA TEUKU UMAR; 1 AGUSTUS 2020;
  44. SISTEM PERPAJAKAN KERAJAAN ACEH; 14 AGUSTUS 2020;
  45. SEJARAH KERAJAAN PEDIR (POLI) ATAU NEGERI PIDIE; 18 AGUSTUS 2020;
  46. SEJARAH KERAJAAN DAYA (LAMNO); 21 AGUSTUS 2020;
  47. KETIKA ACEH MINTA MENJADI VASAL TURKI USTMANI; 21 SEPTEMBER 2020;
  48. HENRICUS CHRISTIAN VERBRAAK MISIONARIS KATOLIK PERTAMA DI ACEH; 23 SEPTEMBER 2020;
  49. BUSTANUS SALATIN PANDUAN BERKUASA PARA SULTAN ACEH; 27 SEPTEMBER 2020;
  50. SEJARAH PENDIRIAN PUSA (PERSATUAN ULAMA SELURUH ACEH); 16 OKTOBER 2020;
  51. PARA ULEEBALANG RAJA KECIL DI ACEH DARI MASA KESULTANAN SAMPAI REVOLUSI SOSIAL (1512-1946); 25 OKTOBER 2020;
  52. KENAPA SULTAN ACEH MENYERAH PADA BELANDA; 9 APRIL 2021;
  53. HIKAYAT MEURAH SILU; 8 JUNI 2021;
  54. SULTAN ALAIDDIN MAHMUDSYAH II, SULTAN ACEH MERDEKA TERAKHIR; 29 JUNI 2021;
  55. RAJA DEKAT TUHAN JAUH; 3 AGUSTUS 2021;
  56. BERZIARAH KE MESJID ASAL PENAMPAAN DI BLANGKEJEREN GAYO LUES; 17 AGUSTUS 2021;
  57. KISAH-KISAH DI BLANG; 22 NOVEMBER 2021;
  58. ORIDA (OEANG REPUBLIK INDONESIA) ACEH 1947-1949; 14 JANUARI 2022;
  59. ACEH YANG DILUPAKAN; 29 MARET 2022;
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KING NEAR GOD AWAY

Pinto Khop bagian dari taman Putroe Phang. Sebuah persembahan cinta dari Sultan Iskandar Muda kepada istrinya Putri Pahang

Pinto Khop is part of Putroe Phang park. A love offering from Sultan Iskandar Muda to his wife Putri Pahang.

KING NEAR GOD AWAY

“History is long, thousands of years and longer, and thousands of interpretations are written!”

Syahbudin and Syahmiun are descendants of the kings of Mante who once ruled hundreds of years ago in Seumileuk, the dynasty of the twelve houses. They don’t know the location anymore, either near Jantho or Seulimum. The change of kings, the arrival of the Campa, Arabs, Indians, and Persians until the war brought them down to become cattle herders. At first, they were herding in the Seulimum area until finally, they were leumo1) its meurot2) without permission from the local people’s plants, cow dung made the atmosphere of the Keunalo village warm, they also moved the shepherding area to the Cot Hundred mountains.

Even though they were nobles who had fallen to commoners, they were happy. Because the new Sultan who came to power in the near future had just eradicated the old nobles and replaced them with new rich people. These newly rich aristocrats were also afraid that one day the Sultan would be sacked if they didn’t please him.

“Cigarettes din!”

“Smoke un!”

In the shepherd’s hut, they laughed and ridiculed the king to their heart’s content, about the king’s farts being said to smell like khob3) due to too much “eating” of meat. No one heard them frolic in the middle of the savanna, a field without walls, so the saying that walls have ears for rulers does not apply. They were the two freest people in the entire land, even the crown prince if he knew would be envious of these two chums.

The Cot Hundred mountain area on the slopes is barren and rocky so it is not suitable for actual farming, one-day Lilawangsa son of Lamuri came from Lampanah, and he plans to open an orange grove there. Syahbudin and Syahmiun don’t understand the citrus problem, so it’s just a Hana Masalah4) Lilawangsa is farming near them.

Unlike a friend from the Mante tribe who is lazy to take a bath, carelessly and always khem dog5). Lilawangsa is serious and talkative. Often he heard the jokes of Syahbudin and Syahmiun but did not laugh.

Lilawangsa’s lack of sense of humor made Lilawangsa easily offended, such as when she brought news from Bandar that the Sultan had made a magnificent bath for the new empress of the Pahang kingdom, and even built a pinto khop6) from white concrete on the bank of the river so that not just anyone could enter. , those who enter must bow their heads because the door is designed with a size that is not high. Syahbudin and Syahmiun said that the Sultan was a pervert, so they made him happy by making a garden of passion for Princess Pahang with the aim of getting “bottom door” services from the princess.

Lilawangsa, the son of Lamuri, had a passion for serving the kingdom, so he was annoyed when Syahbudin and Syahmiun cursed the lord of the country. He did not dare with the two powerful mante children, one of their strengths was being able to talk to animals, the tigers around the Cot Hundred mountains did not dare to disturb their livestock. Oftentimes, Lilawangsa sees stray tigers in the area with “lake meuah” reverence for them.

One day Lilawangsa came home from Bandar selling citrus crops, she heard the Sultan was planning to attack Malacca to liberate the peninsula from the Portuguese, this was a golden opportunity to change fate when he invited Syahbudin and Syahmiun to register as soldiers. They refused, lazy they said, after all, we love peace, “gatai asoe” the two added.

When the royal talent scouts arrived at the Hundred Cot and invited them to join the army. Lilawangsa immediately joined and left his orange field, while Syahbudin and Syahmiun were peubangai droe7), seeing their friends joining them they said, “like gob mupakee bek gata pawang, bek gob muprang bek gata panglima!” Feeling insulted Lilawangsa intends to take revenge.

“Hana buet mita buet, cok cilet like pruet.”

Lilawangsa joined the army, his high spirits made him count. He was even appointed gunner for the royal carrier, named Cakradonya, the Portuguese named it “World Terror” because it was equipped with 200 meriam bunthok8) and had a hull of about 200 meters long.

When the Sultan made a check visit he dared to speak, “Your Majesty in the mountains of Cot Hundred there are two magic people who will make it easier for us to win the war, but they do not want to join the army.”

“Who are they?” asked the Sultan.

“Two very strong Mante people, but my advice is not to fight them because 200 soldiers will surely perish against them, by threatening to burn their village in Keunalo, if they don’t, also threaten their livestock (poh matee9).”

“Good idea, tomorrow take 10 soldiers there and invite him to join.” Order of the Sultan.

“It’s good I didn’t come because they recognized me, Your Majesty, please point to someone else I will draw a map of the location and give their characteristics.” Lilawangsa’s suggestion.

“Okay!” Sultan said.

A Frenchman who was doing good deeds in the kingdom listened to the conversation, he was silent. That night he met Lilawangsa asking why he gave it to the Sultan, wasn’t that good, and violated God’s command.

Lilawangsa replied nonchalantly, “King Near God Far!” The Frenchman, named de Beaulieu, recorded Lilawangsa’s words, later this sentence would appear in the memoirs of his trip to Aceh, rewritten by Denys Lombard in a book entitled “The Kingdom of Aceh at the Age of Sultan Iskandar Muda.”

The next day the soldiers came to Syahbudin and Syahmiun who were peutupat rung10) at the shepherd’s hut. They were immediately taken aback when the troops looked unfriendly and threatening. “You join the army or we shoot the cows!”

Syahmiun stepped up and wanted to finish off the soldiers but was restrained by a calmer Syahbudin who said, “Why are you officials like this? Isn’t this what God forbids?”

The commander answered straightforwardly, “King Near God Far!”

So the knees of the two mante children went weak, looking sadly at their jambo11) for the last time. They were forced to join forces with Aceh Darussalam soldiers to free Malacca.

Syahbudin encouraged his friend Syahmiun as well as his heart by whispering, “all our life we ​​are lazy to pray, maybe the war against infidels is God’s way of purifying our sins.”

Miun nodded slowly as she grumbled, “A king who has ambitions to make the people ache in the back!”

Syahbudin, “the country is having a hard time being patient.”

They giggled, and jokes would feel close to them, invoking feelings of emotion, pride and happiness intimately when the time was too short of cursing or crying over fate.

XXX

The attack on Malacca (Portuguese) by the Sultanate of Aceh Darussalam in 1629

The Aceh fleet invaded the city of Malacca (Portuguese), and Syahbudin and Syahmiun entered the Pok Sumpon12) company under the command of Sheikh Syamsuddin As-Sumatrani at the forefront. They were the first Acehnese troops to land in Semananjung.

Syahbudin and Syahmiun were very vicious, countless Cristiano Ronaldo, Manuel Rui Costa, and the like died at the hands of our two beloved uncles even though they rarely bathed. The city of Malacca has been besieged, only half of the breath is occupied by the Formosan fortress. Malay lands in the near future will be liberated from al-kafirun.

Unfortunate can’t be denied, and profit can’t be achieved, suddenly the Portuguese aid fleet from Goa (India) appeared in the Malacca Strait, and the balance of power occurred at sea. Meanwhile, from the mainland, the Johor troops who promised to be Aceh’s allies actually helped the enemy. The Aceh ships caught fire, and the Sultan ordered the Aceh fleet to turn right to prevent more serious damage.

“Hey kapai! Pakon neutinggai kamoe?”

Meanwhile, in front of the fort of Malacca, the Aceh army company which had continued to descend ashore was left behind! One by one, Aceh’s friends died, until finally three people remained; Sheikh Syamsuddin As-Sumatrani, Syahbudin and Syahmiun. They were completely surrounded. Syahbudin and Syahmiun’s supernatural powers made them ineffective with swords and bullets, and the knowledge of iron magic, but this immunity did not reduce the pain of being hit by bullets.

“Wow! Wadidaw! Wowwww!” They hugged Sheikh Syamsuddin who was not immune while screaming in pain loudly and clearly, without a buzzing sound. According to makhraj experts, their pronunciation at that time was Izhar Halqi.

The three of them were cornered in Ketek Village, Malacca City. While crying, Syahmiun said to the Sheikh, “we can’t take it anymore, this pain is unbearable. Let us take away our amulets syech!” While Syahbudin grimaced in pain looking at Sheikh Syamsuddin asking for approval. He nodded.

“Bismillahirahmanirrahim.”After saying the words of monotheism that magnify the name of Allah, the two of them simultaneously pulled out their talisman bracelets. So the two sons of the cowherd mante who were full of heresy and khufarat returned to the great ruler of the universe, together with Sheikh Syamsuddin bin Abdullah As-Sumatrani, a great Acehnese cleric before death picked them up and recited solemnly. “Ashhadu an-laa ilaaha illallaah Wa ashhadu anna Muhammadan rasuulullaah.” I bear witness that there is no god but Allah and I bear witness that Muhammad is Allah’s messenger (messenger).

XXX

The attack on the Sultanate of Aceh Darussalam to Malacca (Portuguese) in 1629 failed miserably. According to Portuguese sources, the entire Acehnese fleet was destroyed with the loss of 19,000 soldiers. After the defeat, Sultan Iskandar Muda sent two other major sea expeditions. In the years 1630-1631 and 1634, to crush the rebellion in Pahang. At the time of Sultan Iskandar Muda, the Sultanate of Aceh Darussalam controlled the entire northern region of the island of Sumatra and the northern region of the Malay Peninsula. On the expedition, Lilawangsa became the warlord who was most feared by his ferocity, nicknamed Maharaja Lilawangsa. His name would later be known in Malay as Rampling.

XXX

Translation index:

  1. leumo1)= ox (Acehnese);
  2. meurot2)= livestock eat other people’s plants without permission (Acehnese);
  3. khob3) =wet dung (Acehnese);
  4. hana masalah4) =No Problem (Acehnese);
  5. khem dok5) = Laugh out loud (Acehnese);
  6. pinto khob6) =Lower door (Acehnese);
  7. peubagai droe7) =Pretending to be a stupid human (Acehnese);
  8. meriam bunthok8) = big cannon (Acehnese);
  9. poh matee9) =Kill (Acehnese);
  10. peutupat rung10) =Relax and sleep (Acehnese);
  11. jambo11) = Small cottage (Acehnese);
  12. Pok Sumpon12)  =Keep moving forward and never give up (Acehnese);

XXX

Translate from: RAJA DEKAT TUHAN JAUH

More stories:
  1. THE RIVERMAN; 18 July 2017;
  2. OH MAN, I COMPLETELY DON’T KNOW YOU; 23 July 2017;
  3. AFTER THE REVOLUTION ENDED; 28 July 2017;
  4. AN UNCLE’S STORY ABOUT THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT; 11 August 2017;
  5. FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN GOATS AND WOLVES; 29 October 2017;
  6. A NOTE FROM A LOSER; 10 November 2017;
  7. HARLEQUIN AND THE TREE OF HOPE; 13 November 2017;
  8. NOTHING; 18 November 2017;
  9. TESTAMENT FROM HANG TUAH; 25 November 2017;
  10. FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE; 27 November 2017;
  11. INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL; 17 January 2018;
  12. THE BEAUTY OF THE MOON; 21 January 2018;
  13. ADIOS ANDALUCIA; 13 March 2018;
  14. THE STORY OF A SMALL COUNTRY AGAINST AMERICAN CAPITALISM; 18 April 2022;
  15. ODE OF AN EAGLE; 7 June 2022
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ODE OF AN EAGLE

Organizations can be dissolved, and people can be killed but the ideology remains in the human brain.

ODE OF AN EAGLE

Your eyes are sharp, piercing the sky. Your wings are swaying the eagle, where are the feathers? Your claws are dull, aren’t they? O eagle, try to look at the mega-mega twilight there. Its mauve color is slicing for your unflipped wings.

Eagle how do you feel about your chained feet? You are mute. There is no bulging chest. Now you are just a pawn of the kings. You have forgotten the joy of flying. Eagle do you know? Out there your nation is threatened with extinction.

Eagle, king of birds. Your legend is vague now. Your self-worth has been torn apart by time. Take you to this cage. Your beak forgets the fresh blood of your prey alive. Now, only human compassion is the source of your livelihood.

Oh, eagle. How long have you been here? Keep away from your natural habitat. Enjoy the top of the food chain in a green mountain ecosystem. Eagle, life is a story about prey, right?

Your eyes don’t know tears, right? But why does it look so sad to me? Every day only able to look up without being able to fly. Very annoying. It sure is sad to spend time expecting that day to come back.

Your longing floats freely under the inexpressible sunlight. Your expectations are no longer understood by most of us. The sad feeling you have is waiting to die in a cage. Let me tell them all. In the ode of an eagle.

Translate from: Ode Seekor Elang

More stories:

  1. DUSK IN MALACCA; 4 July 2017;
  2. THE RIVERMAN; 18 July 2017;
  3. OH MAN, I COMPLETELY DON’T KNOW YOU; 23 July 2017;
  4. AFTER THE REVOLUTION ENDED; 28 July 2017;
  5. AN UNCLE’S STORY ABOUT THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT; 11 August 2017;
  6. FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN GOATS AND WOLVES; 29 October 2017;
  7. A NOTE FROM A LOSER; 10 November 2017;
  8. HARLEQUIN AND THE TREE OF HOPE; 13 November 2017;
  9. NOTHING; 18 November 2017;
  10. TESTAMENT FROM HANG TUAH; 25 November 2017;
  11. FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE; 27 November 2017;
  12. INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL; 17 January 2018;
  13. THE BEAUTY OF THE MOON; 21 January 2018;
  14. ADIOS ANDALUCIA; 13 March 2018;
  15. THE STORY OF A SMALL COUNTRY AGAINST AMERICAN CAPITALISM; 18 April 2022;
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A CUP OF COFFEE FROM ACEH

A Cup of Coffee at the top of Mount Geuruete (West Coast of Aceh)

A CUP OF COFFEE FROM ACEH

That night, February 11, 1899, on the outskirts of Meulaboh City, before attacking the Dutch camp, he said to his loyal followers. “Tomorrow morning we will drink coffee in Meulaboh city or I will be martyred!” The person’s tongue turned out to be bitter, like coffee without sugar. From the thicket, his movement was awaited by the marsose troops. He was hit by a bullet at Ujong Kalak beach.

“Tomorrow morning we will drink coffee in Meulaboh city or I will be martyred!”

Teuku Umar and the story of the struggle did not become a story that reaches everywhere. As the wind blows we don’t have to question why stories are stolen from history, some add up. Praise be to him who was born in the West, who has a sweet mouth, who is treacherous but can’t resist the bubbling call of his heart. Teuku Umar is history that does not repeat itself, he is considered a traitor as well as a hero, reviled and reviled. His life story is a legend filled with tension, between anger and ideals, possibility as well as deception, displacement, nostalgia, and finally death.

A cup of coffee from Aceh reminds us of him, as the last will he said. Coffee is mysterious as well as captivating, it is slowly becoming something that reaches the masses. In cities that are growing, trade is booming, and people’s lives are becoming more open. Coffee made relationships more egalitarian, and spending free time together grew to be popular.

Today the world is very fond of coffee. The rhythm of coffee proves its power in a fun atmosphere, free, without having to aim, and with coffee without having to get drunk, it makes the soul free from worrying things, economics, or politics that are messy. Coffee is a symphony of freedom, with coffee, something happens.

A cup of Acehnese coffee is worth enjoying, with time passing by, a coffee shop is not just a place where people can be engrossed in debating, discussing, drinking, playing chess, losing with resentment, or winning cheerfully, as long as they pay.

Illustrasi Foto Teuku Umar tahun 1896

Illustration of Teuku Uma in 1896.

A cup of Aceh coffee should remind us of the story of someone who never gets tired of getting back up, until the end. Yes, life is never easy, with too many conditions, and too many interests.

The strong taste and aroma of Aceh coffee awaken our consciousness that history does not tell much about victories, there have been many departures and losses, and the most important thing is not victory or defeat, but struggle.

In contemplating a cup of coffee from Aceh, that’s how forgetting and memory can be dismantled to be shouted back, by the shy, low-pitched voice. Truly in our imagination, we have the power of time.

Translate From: SECANGKIR KOPI DARI ACEH

More articles:
  1. HISTORY OF SUGAR; 5 June 2017;
  2. SAMUDERA PASAI AS THE FIRST ISLAMIC KINGDOM IN SOUTHEAST ASIA; 6 June 2017;
  3. GATE WITHOUT GATE, THE MILITARY STRATEGY OF IEYASU TOKUGAWA; 10 JUNE 2017;
  4. CONQUEST OF CULTURE; 15 June 2017;
  5. GOLD, INFIDELS, AND DEATH; 10 July 2017;
  6. MANTE THE LOST PYGMY TRIBE; 13 July 2017;
  7. CIRCLE OF HATRED; 14 July 2017;
  8. HISTORICAL REPETITION; 15 July 2017;
  9. HOW TO TELL HISTORY; 14 August 2017;
  10. THE ORIGIN OF THE COFFEE CULTURE IN ACEH; 19 August 2017;
  11. THE UNTOLD STORY ABOUT HISTORY OF THE COMMUNIST PARTY OF INDONESIA IN ACEH PROVINCE; 28 September 2017;
  12. PEUCUT KHERKOFF, ACEH-DUTCH WAR MONUMENT; 12 November 2017;
  13. THE PRICE OF FREEDOM; 5 December 2017;
  14. MARSOSE CORPS, THE DUTCH SPECIAL ARMY DURING ACEH WAR; 19 March 2018;
  15. WHEN ACEH ASKED TO BECOME A VASSAL OF THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE; 9 April 2022;
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THE STORY OF A SMALL COUNTRY AGAINST AMERICAN CAPITALISM

Amerika Serikat sebagai sebuah Negara tetap saja adalah pedagang yang menjual produk-produk korperasi mereka sendiri. Tidak meskipun kami adalah Negara kecil yang entah berantah tapi kami harus melawan kapitalisme mereka, dengan lembut tentunya.

The United States as a country is still a merchant selling its own corporate products. No, even though we are a small country that doesn’t know where but we have to fight their capitalism, gently of course.

AGAINST AMERICAN CAPITALISM

When money (in the form of gold metal) was first created, Satan came and approached. He kissed the money and swore: “Indeed I am pleased if you are worshiped by humans more than me, from today on we are allies together to fight against the real God.”

XXX

Ambassador of the United States of America in a small country

Nice morning, birds singing, cool weather, maybe 27 degrees celsius. I whistled a little welcoming the day I entered the office where I have worked for 35 years. Entering the room my mood was still cheerful until I found someone sitting in my chair. Marshall Green, the United States ambassador to the lands of the Patchouli Islands was sitting there groaning at the clock.

“Dear Minister, it is already nine o’clock! No wonder your country is like this, backward! Let alone the people, the minister is just not on time!” Ambassador’s critique.

I smiled, sitting in the guest chair in front of my own table. Dealing with the United States Ambassador is indeed heartbreaking, the scratches will add to the wound, always eating the hearts of officials of small countries, but certainly not for senior ministers who have served for 35 years. Oh no, maybe I’m the only one who has this specialty. Smiling mischievously, I took a notepad out of my pocket, put on glasses, and pretended to read the scribbles I wrote yesterday. It’s like a work schedule.

“Your Majesty, I saw today’s schedule, it’s not written here that we have an appointment.” My facial expression is naughty.

There is no breeze, like two samurai who are about to compete. The two of us seemed to be setting up fighting horses. The ambassador opened his smartphone, a feeling stabbed me, he was furious. Although my views are not always correct, the fact is that during my 35 years as a minister I have faced dozens of US ambassadors, and they have always felt they have the power to slap anyone in small countries. Whether officials, ministers to the Sultan. Try it with Russian comrades if you really dare.

“What is making His Majesty angry on this beautiful morning?” However, in the association of fellow people and the State, the weak must still succumb.

He rose from his seat moving to my side, his fury on an apocalyptic level. “Who has the right to be scolded?” he whispered softly, pressing.

I pointed to myself, smiling the sweetest fake smile I could create.

“Who has the right to scold?” he asked again.

With a thumbs-up, very polite like a servant from Majapahit, I pointed at him.

“But I don’t understand the cause of Your Majesty’s anger, the Justice River Kingdom has always complied with international law (which is to America’s taste of course), we pay export taxes as appropriate, and most importantly no United States citizen has ever been harmed while traveling. in our country. On behalf of our people, I beg to be told what is our temperament that offends Your Majesty’s heart?” I asked slowly.

“Motherfuckers!!! Politicians, members of Parliament, and ministers to your Sultan always speak on behalf of the people. Did you know? If you speak on behalf of your people, then I speak on behalf of the people of the United States who are being harassed by you!” He gritted his teeth, angry again.

It’s time for tug of war, diplomacy is tiring, and we have to talk in circles before we reach our destination. But diplomacy is also fun, when a representative of a large allied country, enormous in fact, only with a strength of 500 marines is able to easily invade our country which only has 40,000 inhabitants, having to talk to a country that doesn’t know where.

“Certainly no one in this country is insane enough to dare disturb the American people let alone their government, our greatest ally, and trading partner.” A compliment, but I consider it a disguised insult. After all, we are the only country in the world that has had a trade balance surplus with the United States, for 50 years in a row. This country has succeeded in sending pepper, coconut, and coffee to America peacefully, while American products that come here are not in demand. Who wants to buy Starbucks coffee for 50 thousand a cup, if our bean cut coffee is better, and only costs 3 thousand a cup?

Being praised like that, even a small child blushed. The Ambassador’s face softened, from evil to half evil, I was still wary. American capitalism has one weakness, namely, when your nation is unique, non-resisting, and has no minerals, you are almost impossible to colonize.

Look at the Papuans, they are unique, do not fight but have a gold mine. So the Americans colonized them to take the gold. If there is a Sultan who is the richest, of course, it is the Sultan of Papua. In every prayer I pray that God does not give gold in our land, it is enough for the Papuan people to endure this miserable punishment, we are clearly unable.

“As the Minister of Information and Communication don’t you know?” His gaze is probing.

I shrugged, “Sorry sir, uh I mean Your Highness. I am not the Minister of Information and Communications.”

This is starting to horrify, is America already similar to the People’s Republic of China? A little bit of censorship of information, and if you are different (religious) go straight to the camp like the Uighurs. Of course, America is not like that, they are calmer than communist China, I suspect.

“Fuck Man!!! Sultan says you are Minister of Information and Telecommunications, everything about the internet matters as your business says! Don’t you know circumcision?”

Being a minister in The Justice River country, the salary is two sacks of rice a month, of course, it’s not a lot. Luckily I have a side job, my side job is a circumcision Mantri aka a circumcisionist. Throughout my career as a Mantri, I have trimmed and repaired thousands of foreskins, one of which belongs to our current Sultan, Sultan Malik Saleh Perkasa Alam.

In Malay countries, you are very respectful to three kinds of people: First, your parents; Second, the teacher of the Koran; and Third; What’s mine is that people service your “tools” into Patriot missiles. Si Saleh (Your Majesty Sultan Malik Saleh Perkasa Alam) must have been in a hurry to deal with the Ambassador and sent him to be handled by an expert who is considered wiser (better in tongue silat), namely me.

“I am the Minister of His Majesty’s River Justice Sultanate Network. But yeah, that network includes electricity, water, and maybe the internet too?” I held my beard, rolling my eyes pretending to be stupid, hopefully, the anger subsides.

His Excellency the United States Ambassador, Marshall Green slapped his forehead. “We live in the 21st century, the internet is important! How can you people who claim to be civilized deny that and behave like the stone age by combining it with electricity and water?

“Sorry Your Majesty’s error, wasn’t it in the stone age. We don’t all know electricity yet.” My eyes went up in a funny way.

“I know that. How you people of this country are good at speaking, it is appropriate that no white nation has succeeded in colonizing you!” The insult is a sore boy.

“Sorry Your Majesty’s error, it’s not that nothing works, but nobody wants to. If the United States sent troops to colonize us, of course, we would not fight back. In fact, I thought we could send our goods there without export tax. Or it will drain America’s foreign exchange by opening a coffee shop in front of an American military base.” A diplomat must be able to humble himself so that his country is not invaded by a big country, but unfortunately I am a minister and sometimes I have to be a diplomat. I was so angry that if today I was given the power to go back to the past, I would cut off the Sultan’s missiles.

“Okay, I’m tired of talking to you!” He unbuttoned the top and loosened his tie, slouching in the chair like a vitamin D deficient, brittle bone.

Thank you praise in my heart. I quietly waited for him to leave, maybe I should eat boiled noodles to get rid of the ambassador’s bad aura. But he was still silent, had not left.

“You still remember 6 months ago when I visited this country and said the key to progress is openness.”

The United States Ambassador to the Island of Patchouli does not only deal with our country, there are more or fewer dozens of countries. He was the Mobile Ambassador, the traveling pharmacist I made fun of him, Sultan Malik Saleh Perkasa Alam when I said he was laughing so happily he rolled on the floor so happy, I almost kicked the Sultan because he looked so childish at that time. What if someone else saw it?

“Six months is a long time, I’m old and forgetting trivial things. Not to mention that I have quite a lot of assignments.”

The Ambassador of the United States knows that besides the Minister I am an orderly circumciser, the only person in the world who holds the position of Minister as well as an internist, his gaze is often disdainful and underestimates me. If you were the Minister of Home Affairs of North Korea, you would be furious while showing off the nuclear remote. But for the ministers of the Sultanate of Rivers, justice is considered trivial by the American Ambassador is a great achievement, stay down and don’t let it become a threat to them.

“To know civilization, you have to watch films, especially Hollywood productions, do you remember when I spoke at the meeting at the Hall of Fame?”

The Hall of Facing is the place where the Sultan receives foreign guests, usually Saleh when dealing with great powers always invites me. That time was the introduction of Marshall Green as the new ambassador to replace Herbert Faith who was promoted to Ambassador and Plenipotentiary to the Russian Federation. Promotion? Yes, yes, from ambassadors to countries out of nowhere, they immediately became ambassadors for one of the rivals of the United States.

“Cinema? That’s impossible, Your Majesty. The Ulama in the land of the River of Justice will not allow that. The youth of this country have excessive lust in their opinion, so they cannot be allowed to linger with the opposite sex in the dark.”

“Is that true?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Not necessarily, Your Honor, but if the government doesn’t listen to the words of the ulama, the communists will coup. Would Your Majesty be happy if we became a communist country? Imagine a trusted ally of the United States of America becoming a new Cuba just because of the cinema?” I asked pitifully.

“Historical insight, the ideology of this country is a bit stupid. The cleric is right, conservative! The communist new left. Where can I meet? Study minister, don’t just read 1920s books! This is the era of 2020, HOS Cokroaminoto and Tan Malaka are long dead, their ideology and people.”

“That’s not it Your Majesty, it’s not that if there’s no way to the right then you have to turn left, right?” I asked.

“Sometimes I wonder how Sultan Saleh Perkasa Alam can trust someone as stupid as you to continue to be a minister.” He mocked me.

You savage capitalist! Of course, we don’t allow cinemas in our country not because it’s obscene. I proposed it, giving Saleh an understanding that there are two American products that we must avoid so that we do not have a trade balance deficit with America: First, weapons, and second, Hollywood film royalties.

“I got reports that in this country there is a site that maliciously copies Hollywood movies and shares them for free via streaming. This act is politically and economically detrimental to the interests of the United States.” He said furiously.

Disrupt the American economy? This ambassador is very stupid, it only reduces the income of Warner Bros., Paramount, and Marvel too. But I still have to act.

“Oh, how bad. If our scholars knew of course they would criticize it. I will suppress the site, not only for the benefit of the United States but more for the morale of our nation.” I hit the table in annoyance.

“You mean American movies have a bad moral impact?”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant Your Majesty. That’s not my opinion, but our well-known conservative clerics.”

“This country should not submit to those idiots who lived in the 15th century, for the progress of the country of the Ulamas it should be tightened up a bit. It is time for your Sultanate to be progressive.” His face was serious but relaxed.

I smiled understandingly, “That can’t be Your Majesty, our leader can’t be harsh on the clergy, not out of fear huh. We cannot oppress those who in every prayer and sermon pray for good for the leader and this country.”

“Your logic is twisted! Stupid!” He pointed at me furiously.

“At least bent is better than broken Your Majesty.” I smiled sweetly, and verbally abused myself in English, I really understood it, but it wasn’t as painful as being scolded in the local language.

Inside I laughed. Because of us, the country of the River of Justice will never follow Western culture immediately, it is better for this infidel to call it stupid than later in the hereafter not be part of the Prophet Muhammad. I insulted back, only in my heart.

“You lack technology, we can help track the site with expert tools and consultants.”

I’m silent, apart from guns and Hollywood movie royalties as United States income. There is one more dangerous, consulting service. Small countries will be forced to borrow funds, to then buy their equipment and highly pay their consultants. But don’t worry, they say the fee can be paid in installments, it will be light even if the interest is stifling. Only stupid officials are available, plus officials bribed by America. That’s why I hate capitalism, that’s why I fight capitalism.

“At an affordable cost of course.” He smiled, however great the United States was as a superpower, they were still merchants selling their own corporate products. Even though we are a small country that is out of nowhere but we have to fight their capitalism, gently of course.

“I think we can handle this matter ourselves Your Majesty, God willing, we can!” This time I was firm.

He nodded, annoyed and angry. “I’ll give you three months! You certainly know what the consequences will be if America is angry, of course. If you forget, remember Iraq, remember Afghanistan, and remember Libya.” His eyes flashed menacingly.

I bowed to this mangy bunny and ushered him in front of the office with small pleasantries. After the US Ambassador’s car left, I called Syamaun and ordered him to prepare a car to report this to the Sultan.

XXX

“So he said that?” The Sultan lay down on the chair, as soon as I finished reporting personally in a closed room, apparently, he had been worried all this time and expected me to come and tell him the situation.

“Uncle, our people need entertainment, while the threat from the United States is very real. What should we do?” He is worried because of his love for the people who need free entertainment, and I also know that he is also one of the connoisseurs of the illegal domain. But on the other hand, the United States is the strongest country in the world as well as the most profitable trading partner for us. The flick of an embargo, or even an invasion could occur.

“Is there a solution uncle?” In a closed room, the Sultan prefers to be called son by me, perhaps because I am his father’s only living friend.

“There is always a solution son, I have a way out.” I smiled mischievously, very mischievous for a person in his sixties.

He smiled, “why didn’t you tell me earlier? What is the solution?”

I whispered closer, he laughed so hard he went limp. After laughing, he asked, “Uncle, why do you have to whisper in a closed room?”

“There is an old saying that even walls have ears in palaces.”

Sultan Malik Saleh Perkasa Alam’s expression was surprised, he looked at me with admiration. Just like when he was a child, the time after his circumcision was done with minimal pain.

XXX

On the way back from the palace, Syamaun drove calmly. I looked at this land I love, its streets, its murky rivers, its harsh but sincere people. I love this country, everything and I am grateful to be born in this country.

“Syamaun in three months can you build a new domain and have the data moved?” I asked.

“Let alone three months, even a week can.” He smiled.

“Well please prepare immediately, in two months turn off the old domain, wait two days and turn on the new one.”

“Okay, and thank you, minister.”

“It was I who thanked you for working on the domain for me.” I laughed feeling offended.

“Thank you for providing entertainment to the people I mean,” he said.

“You see leaders should be like other humans, they want to be happy, want their people to be happy too of course, but we can’t just flow money easily to foreign countries.”

Syamaun was silent, he looked back through the glass respectfully, immediately at that moment I took a moral lesson that sometimes the Minister of Networks can be higher than the Sultan himself. To understand your opponent, you have to live and think their way. One way to understand their great culture is to watch their films, such as Starwars, Avengers, and so on. But we do that without paying. That’s where I smiled contentedly and what a beautiful day today.

XXX

More stories: 

  1. GATE WITHOUT GATE, THE MILITARY STRATEGY OF IEYASU TOKUGAWA; 10 JUNE 2017;
  2. DUSK IN MALACCA; 4 July 2017;
  3. THE RIVERMAN; 18 July 2017;
  4. OH MAN, I COMPLETELY DON’T KNOW YOU; 23 July 2017;
  5. AFTER THE REVOLUTION ENDED; 28 July 2017;
  6. AN UNCLE’S STORY ABOUT THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT; 11 August 2017;
  7. FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN GOATS AND WOLVES; 29 October 2017;
  8. A NOTE FROM A LOSER; 10 November 2017;
  9. HARLEQUIN AND THE TREE OF HOPE; 13 November 2017;
  10. NOTHING; 18 November 2017;
  11. TESTAMENT FROM HANG TUAH; 25 November 2017;
  12. FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE; 27 November 2017;
  13. INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL; 17 January 2018;
  14. THE BEAUTY OF THE MOON; 21 January 2018;
  15. ADIOS ANDALUCIA; 13 March 2018;
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SEA AND TWILIGHT

The sea is getting redder and the colors are sinking – Bunta Island

Sea ​​and twilight

The sun will sink into the wide Indian Ocean, a dazzling light, dazzling to the eyes, glows on the face of the vast blue water. The surface of the sea in the sun I thought, how beautiful is it? But the body can vibrate and tremble like the ocean, when the sun is about to enter its bed, very slowly, it gradually descends, descending to the bottom of the ocean that is not visible in the outer realm when a red light has begun to spread on the western horizon, and its shadow seems to care for the sea. calm and not choppy.

Looking at the sea up close, millions of tiny water bubbles glistening white, which appear and disappear with the waves. There are always new bubbles appearing and disappearing in a regular rhythm after being carried away by the water flow for an instant.

Maybe each of us is nothing more than a froth, a tiny drop in the waves of time moving towards an unclear, misty future. We appear in the world only briefly and then disappear. Maybe history does not record each of our names, not seen by the great current. There are always new people and newer ones.

Maybe what is called fate, is nothing more than our struggle in a crowd of drops up and down with the waves. We should take advantage of this momentary appearance, so that our presence is not in vain, never.

The sea and the twilight, the emptiness invite the mystery in a perfect white that is really wide, making us ponder, what life in the empty ocean is like in the time that continues to roll. How time is unlimited, but indeed our time is limited.

Banda Aceh, January 10, 2019

Translate from: Laut dan senja

Similar poems:

  1. A SUFI SONG; 13 August 2017;
  2. THE POET; 17 August 2017;
  3. FRUITS OF ANGER; 20 August 2017;
  4. HAPPY FOR THOSE WHO HAVE; 22 August 2017;
  5. POETRY OF THE WANDERER; 24 August 2017;
  6. AT THE CROSSROADS; 25 August 2017;
  7. POETRY OF KINDERGARTEN; 29 August 2017;
  8. A POEM ABOUT MORNING; 12 September 2017;
  9. HOPE FOR PEACE; 22 September 2017;
  10. IS THIS LOVE; 25 October 2017;
  11. A NOTE FROM A LOSER; 10 November 2017;
  12. NOTHING; 18 November 2017;
  13. MY PRAY, A POEM WRITTEN BY HAMZAH FANSURI; 12 December 2017;
  14. A WEEK AFTER THE TSUNAMI ACEH (2004); 17 December 2017;
  15. KISSING THE DEATH AN ELEGY; 19 December 2017;
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WHAT DOES THE FUTURE MEAN

Ingatan seperti sebuah samudera, di balik badai dan gelombang, ada kenangan yang memilih berdamai

Memories are like an ocean, behind the storms and waves, there are memories that choose to make peace.

WHAT DOES THE FUTURE MEAN

“What do we mean by this?” I said in the evening sitting under a shady pine tree on the sand, looking at the beach sand and the blue sea where the small waves were struggling with the sun that was about to go down to bathe.

“What does that mean?” I asked, pointing to a fisherman’s dipper entering the bay, a beautiful sight enjoying the enchanting beauty of the beach.

“We don’t exist.” I philosophize, “There is only The Most Holy, The Almighty. We are just a reflection of his power, which at any time can be mortal back to its origin.

I paused for a moment to look at the fisherman’s dipper that was getting closer to the shore, where in that moment of silence, I understood that humans have come and changed over thousands of years, and this beach remains the same. The white sand has been there for a long time, the ocean has been here before. Changing borders, power has changed many times.

The less we feel our absence. What is the meaning of our small selves compared to the heroes who have lived, or even in the years and centuries to come, the new humans who will later sail the vast ocean to all the islands in the overseas region?

“We are the spokes of that great spinning wheel.” I stood staring, contemplating the small waves breaking on the beach, gloomy in the rays of the sun that would be embraced by dusk.

“Will God give me the opportunity to witness a scene like this again in the years to come?” I asked, with the question of an endless conversation growing, the interpretation would not end.

“God willing.” I discontinued, wish I could know the future, but sadly I never know. There will come a time when I stop, and all that exists will be lost.

Memories are like an ocean, behind the storms and waves, there are memories that choose to make peace. I welcome my solitude, the absence of voices, including my own. The sound of the water swishing on the beach can temporarily erase my fear of facing the future.

Banda Aceh, 10 July 2020

Translate from: Apa arti masa depan

Similar articles:

  1. THE LIVING MEMOIRS; 29 July 2017;
  2. AN UNCLE’S STORY ABOUT THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT; 11 August 2017;
  3. THE POET; 17 August 2017;
  4. CHILDREN OF HEAVEN; 30 August 2017;
  5. SELF EVALUATION; 5 September 2017;
  6. WHEN GREED IS GOOD; 1 October 2017;
  7. THE FATE OF THE PAWNS; 4 October 2017;
  8. THE MEANING OF NOSTALGIA; 12 October 2017;
  9. IS THIS LOVE; 25 October 2017;
  10. HARLEQUIN AND THE TREE OF HOPE; 13 November 2017;
  11. LOOKING FOR THE PATH TO THE LIGHT; 21 November 2017;
  12. LIFE IS A JOURNEY; 3 January 2018;
  13. WE ARE PHYSICIAN OF OUR SOUL; 4 January 2018;
  14. THE BEAUTY OF THE MOON; 21 January 2018;
  15. MISSION LOOKING FOR ABU NAWAS; 25 January 2018;
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WHY IS HISTORY IMPORTANT TO LEARN?

The French Revolution was marked by the beheading of the King, nobles and priests by the Guillotine.

WHY IS HISTORY IMPORTANT TO LEARN?

The reason we don’t like history lessons

History lessons do not have a direct impact on life as language, mathematics, social sciences, and natural sciences do. How can learning about past sequences such as war, and the collapse of an empire help our lives?

Faced with the reality of memorizing dates, and months of the year, the perpetrators of even a series of events are really dizzying. Especially when the teacher or the book explaining history is boring. The characters are depicted perfectly or completely and without the slightest mistake. When the characters are seen as no longer human, a distance will be created from those who study them. So naturally many young people think history is nonsense and unimportant.

Sanctification of History is the Method of Indoctrination.

History is never a sacred thing, a book that is considered dead and static, stops. It is wrong if history is studied just to memorize dates, that’s not the way. That is tantamount to defining history as an event that (has) happened as a single knowledge. If that is the method used then history will only be a method of indoctrination.

History is Information to be analyzed.

History is (supposedly) a collection of data or even information that is open to analysis. Various possibilities and origins, with cause and effect. Should be developed, therefore history is practical as well as imaginative. We were never fully present in the past, therefore we must feel be present, their history gives us a role as interpreters of past conditions. Here (we) are taught freedom as well as responsibility in thinking.

Understanding History as a science.

The big question is does studying history make us smart? The ambition to be smart only will trap you with rote memorization which (in fact) makes your head dizzy. So we should understand history as a science not with the sole purpose of being smart.

History as a philosophical science.

History is a philosophical science that is important for our reasoning to build other sciences. By studying history, we can see comparisons and opinions from past events in the face of present-day reality with scientific evidence. Various events and events that previously occurred can be used as a guide on what will happen in the future.

Why is history important?

Every human being is a newborn in this world. Not knowing what happens before we are born means (we) are always children. How many years can humans live? And what is the meaning of life? Unless (our) life is intertwined with the lives of the ancestors. It’s all through historical records.

“The morning sun caresses the face, the cool air indulges the mind and permeates the body. I looked at the same mountains, the same rivers, the same valleys, even the same sky. How many ages have passed? How was human life at that time? History books make me fantasize.”

Translate From: KENAPA SEJARAH TAK BOLEH DILUPAKAN

Some more articles:

  1. AFTER THE REVOLUTION ENDED; 28 July 2017;
  2. HOW TO TELL HISTORY; 14 August 2017;
  3. THE ORIGIN OF THE COFFEE CULTURE IN ACEH; 19 August 2017;
  4. DISEASE TO DEATH; 26 August 2017;
  5. CHILDREN OF HEAVEN; 30 August 2017;
  6. SELF EVALUATION; 5 September 2017;
  7. FINDING OUT THE MEANING OF NIGHTMARES; 6 September 2017;
  8. TAX AND CIVILIZATION; 9 September 2017;
  9. WHEN GREED IS GOOD; 1 October 2017;
  10. WHEN CRITICISM IS FORBIDDEN; 14 October 2017;
  11. THE GHOST AND THE DARKNESS; 30 October 2017;
  12. EXPLOITATION OF NATURAL RESOURCES, WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR ACEH; 5 November 2017;
  13. THE POLITICS OF ABU NAWAS; 1 December 2017;
  14. WHAT HAPPENS IF ABU NAWAS BECOMES A KING; 7 December 2017;
  15. MISSION LOOKING FOR ABU NAWAS; 25 January 2018;
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