A STORY BEFORE THE PRINCE

A STORY BEFORE THE PRINCE

1512, Santandrea, near Firenze.

North and Central Italy in
Machiavelli’s times

The day before night where the sky is blackened. Wet atmosphere filled the air, whereas Milan is still far should be stuck here. A quiet place where we have to spend the night? There are no settlements in this forest. Thunder began to thunder a sign of a storm coming.

“Your Honour. There’s a house!” Vicenzo pointed out. A speck of light flashed from the house, maybe a wood-searching hut. Given the weather does not support there is no harm in pleading the owner’s hospitality for a moment to take shelter.

“All right, we ask for permission to stay.”

“Please come, sir.” This house turned out to belong to the carpenter’s foreman.

“Please taste this warm soup.” This man is still middle-aged, has a thin face. The hot soup mixed with mashed potatoes is also reminiscent considering that the foreman lives alone, it seems that he is a widower who loves his wife so chooses his own life. Here, in the forest.

Something was awkward. But no matter at least we have a shelter in the middle of this storm.

“Why do you stay away from crowded places?” Vicenzo could not help but feel his curiosity.

The man was dreamy and smiled bitterly. “I was an outcast, loving Firenze and wanting to serve Italy.”

At this point, I feel this person is a person who has high wishes.

“When Firenze was still a Republic, before the Medici family gained control again I was a civilian servant under the administration of President Sodelini. I’m fired! After I was expelled from the government office, many things happened. I was thrown into prison for alleged coup d’état. When Cardinal Giovanni was appointed new Pope, I was released from prison. I’m glad to be released. But I have a Criminal record, though I’m actually innocent so I can not work in the Firenze government forever.” This man knocked his soup bowl upset.

I glimpsed that Vicenzo wanted to pull out a sword, but my gaze stopped him. Giovanni is my brother, Giovanni Medici or now called Pope Leo X. Giovanni is clever with the help of Spanish troops recapture Firenze. My elder sister Piero, who was weak, fled cowardly when the French bully first, causing Firenze to become Republic and eliminating the influence of our beloved father Lorenzo.

Giuliano de’ Medici (1453 – April 26, 1478) was the second son of Piero de’ Medici (the Gouty) and Lucrezia Tornabuoni. As co-ruler of Florence, with his brother Lorenzo the Magnificent, he complemented his brother’s image as the “patron of the arts” with his own image as the handsome, sporting, “golden boy.”

“Sir, do you know who we are?” Asked Vicenzo.

“I have no desire to know.”

“He is the noble Juliano. Juliano de Medici” Pointed Vicenzo. In fact, he just smiled.

“Your Honor Juliano, a friendly Juliano. The third son of the Medici family.” His eyes were excited. I just smiled. “You must buy my knowledge as a civilian servant.”

“What can I buy from my family’s enemies?”

“Knowledge to be a leader. Leaders in times of turmoil are not suitable to be as friendly as masters. He must be cruel to his subordinates. I will give you what I have seen, and what history teaches. Accept me as your advisor so that I can be useful again to Firenze, for Italy.” The night became silent, the storm was over.

“Foreman, the storm is over. When we had to leave, the journey to Milan was long and we had to leave immediately.”  Alone with Vicenzo, too risky to delay travel amid such a chaotic era.

“I beg my lord, accept me as your servant.” The man’s voice trembled and then prostrated me in the crook. She bangs her head against the floor to show her sincerity.

The cover page of the 1550 edition of Machiavelli’s The Prince and The Life of Castruccio Castracani of Lucca.

My heart is touched, “Foreman. We are on an important journey and it is not possible to add more members. Okay, I will give you a chance. A science will be useful if it is structured systematically in writing. Write down your knowledge and send it to me. My brother Giovanni is planning to help me form a new country in Emilia, maybe you will be more useful there someday.”

“Thank you, lord.” He kisses my hand and his eyes like finding new hope.

Vicenzo leaned closer and whispered, “Should not we just kill this guy?” I chuckled.

“We did not know your name yet?”

“Machiavelli. Niccolo Machiavelli.” Life of this man must be very bitter, very painful. His words are more like prayers. Or hope, the hope for history to record. He pronounced with pride.

X

Niccolò di Bernardo dei Machiavelli (3 May 1469 – 21 June 1527) was an Italian historian, politician, diplomat, philosopher, humanist and writer based in Florence during the Renaissance.

The Prince. Machiavelli wrote and finished it. But his work did not reach the Medici family because Juliano was dead. And Machiavelli died at the age of 58 years 1527 brought his ideals to return to government. His work is regarded as a forbidden theory and never disseminated. Referred to as a heretical book, a book that possesses power affects people. In the middle ages, The Prince was famous as a book with a bad reputation. Until the 18th century was considered a book of demons. Machiavelism is a term used for people who want to do everything they can to achieve their goals. That goal justifies how to achieve it. In it, there are Machiavelli’s words that seriously consider human nature beyond evil or goodness.

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BERSATULAH ASSOSIASI BUDJANG LAPOK

Assosiasi Budjang Lapok, Pada Masa Puncak Kejayaan Organisasi.

BERSATULAH ASSOSIASI BUDJANG LAPOK

Dunia bisa sangat kejam, entah bagaimana nasib para bujang lapok di dunia ini. Mereka menjadi sarang cemooh, dan seperti penyakit menular mereka di jauhi. Bahkan yang lebih parah terkadang penyakit menyerang pikiran mereka, merekalah yang menjauhi masyarakat. Seolah-olah mereka sendiri yang terkena penyakit. Nasib mereka bagaikan nasib burung yang kehilangan sarang.

Betapa malang nasib burung yang kehilangan sarang. Burung mampu terbang bebas dilangit, bebas ke segala tempat setiap saat, tapi burung tak bisa terbang untuk selamanya, jika ia terbang terus-terusan maka akan mati kelelahan. Karena itu, burung memerlukan pohon tempat bertengger dan beristirahat dengan aman.

X

Penyair sedang gelisah, akhir-akhir ini dia sudah tak begitu produktif lagi, atau selera masyarakat sudah meninggalkan puisi dan sastra. Sekarang adalah zaman berita bohong yang dibalut dengan sampul indah, yang mana Penyair kita memiliki harga diri tinggi, ia menolak menjadi penyebar kebohongan. Akibatnya jelas bin pasti, ia kolaps!

Ketidakhadiran suara-suara, termasuk suaranya sendiri, menjadi alunan nina bobo yang, selama sementara bisa menghapus rasa takutnya menghadapi masa depan. Tapi sendirian di rumah tak akan menyelesaikan masalah, kawan-kawan Assosiasi entah dimana sekarang. Diantara logika dan ekonomi yang kepayahan Penyair keluar ke lepau nasi, mencari inspirasi.

Tiba di lepau nasi, terlalu banyak orang-orang baru. Generasi telah berganti dan hampir tidak ada lagi para lelaki di zamannya, maka ia duduk memesan kopi dan duduk di sudut. Membawa catatan, ia pura-pura membaca dan mengamati segala tingkah polah para pengunjung lepau nasi. Maka ia menyambut kesendiriannya, dan kedamaian yang dialaminya sekarang.

Lama-lama ia menjadi bosan dan nyaris pulang, sampai. Sekumpulan anak muda duduk di dekatnya, ia tersenyum. Terlihat dari wajah mereka, dan “blink” ia melihat cuplikan tipis dan menyaring faktor-faktor kemungkinan terpenting dari sejumlah kemungkinan yang menggunung. Mereka adalah bujang lapok generasi baru!

Mereka bercerita, betapa sulitnya menjadi bujang. Tentang dunia yang tak ramah kepada mereka yang tak laku-laku atau tentang ekonomi yang kian hari kian sulit. Duhai betapa miripnya hari ini dengan kemarin. Penyair terlalu mencolok, ia tersenyum dan terkekeh mendengar curahan hati mereka, merasa terganggu dan menoleh. Segera mereka melingkarinya, dan tiba-tiba mencium tangan sang Penyair yang legendaris. Mereka mengenalinya!

Setelah Assosiasi Budjang Lapok berhenti beroperasi di dunia persilatan, para bujang lapuk tak punya lagi wadah mengadu. Akan orang-orang yang merasa dapat menjadi hakim atas kehidupan mereka. Beberapa orang yang mengejek beralasan juga dulu menikah karena diejek. Lha, apa ceritanya kejahatan dibalas kejahatan. Ini akan menjadi siklus yang berulang, lingakaran setan. Berbagai intimidasi, paksaan perjodohan kerap mereka alami. Sungguh mereka rindu akan adanya suatu organisasi yang membina mental mereka sebelum menuju gerbang pernikahan. Kangen berat dengan wadah saling menguatkan, sebagai tanda manusia di dunia ini tidak menderita sendirian. Dan mereka hari ini sangat berbahagia, bertemu dengan salah seorang legenda. Sang Penyair!

Dan mereka berkata, “ayo Tuan Penyair ceritakan tentang kisah Kisah Barbarossa dan Assosiasi Budjang Lapok sebagai penghibur bagi kami.”

Dan anak-anak itu juga berkata, “Iya itu adalah salah satu dongeng favoritku. Laksmana Chen gagah berani, bukan begitu?”

“Atau Mister Big, dia adalah  paling termasyur, dan itu artinya dia itu besar sekali.”

“Itu terlalu berlebihan,” kata Penyair, dan ia tertawa, tawa jernih panjang dari dalam hatinya. Suara semacam itu belum pernah terdengar lagi sejak lama. Mereka sekonyong-konyong merasa semua batu mendengarkan.

Tapi Penyair menghiraukan, ia tertawa lagi. “Wah teman-teman,” katanya. “Mendengar omongan kalian entah kenapa membuatku gembira sekali lagi, seolah cerita itu sudah ditulis. Tapi kau melupakan salah satu tokoh utama : Amish Khan yang berhati teguh.” Sambung Penyair

“Kami ingin mendengarkan lebih banyak tentang Tabib Pong. Mengapa mereka tidak lebih banyak tentang menceritakan omongannya?”

“Kisah Tabib Pong, ya padahal itu justru yang kusukai membuatku tertawa.” Kata Penyair.

“Tapi legenda Assosiasi Budjang Lapok tak akan mungkin berhasil tanpa Tuan Takur,  Mas Jaim dan semuanya?”Tambah Penyair

“Nah, Tuan Penyair,” Kata mereka, “seharusnya kau tidak berkelakar. Kami serius.”

“Begitu juga aku,” Kata Penyair, “dan memang begitu. Kita bergerak terlalu cepat. Kalian dan aku masih terjebak di salah satu tempat terburuk dalam cerita ini, dan sangat mungkin seseorang akan berkata pada titik ini, tutup bukunya. Kami tidak ingin membacanya lagi.”

“Mungkin,” Kata Mereka, “tapi bukan kami yang akan berbicara begitu. Peristiwa yang sudah berlalu dan dijadikan bagian dari cerita-cerita besar memang berbeda”.

“Baiklah kalau begitu, aku akan bercerita.” Kata Penyair.

“Assosiasi Budjang Lapok. Mereka tertawa, dan keheningan yang biasanya timbul ditengah percakapan kembali menyerang mereka, celah yang terbentuk akibat keletihan, keakraban, dan kebalikannya akibat sekian banyak pertentangan yang telah diberikan mereka yang sebelum ini telah menjadi kehidupan seiring sejalan tanpa pertentangan.”

“Mereka bukanlah makhluk fantasi. Suara gelak tawa mereka menggelegar. Dan, ah, mereka pun bicara bahasa yang sama. Mereka ternyata adalah orang-orang normal, yang juga punya empati, emosi, impian, dan kebahagiaan. Perasaan mengguncang, dulu mereka hanya tampak sebagai makhluk-makhluk modern dan tinggi hati dari dunia yang lain dari dunia yang bergelimang kemakmuran. Tetapi, kini, saya hidup di tengah mereka. Mendengar kisah mereka, menghirup udara yang sama dengan mereka, ikut bersedih mendengar keluh kesah mereka.”

“Apakah mereka punya fantasi yang sama! Legenda tinggallah legenda, fantasi bergulat dengan fantasi, tetapi tak terjamah oleh kejamnya sekat perbatasan yang memisahkan, dan takdir ini ditentukan oleh orang-orang tak dikenal, namun tak terlupakan, nun jauh disana.”

Malam semakin larut, begitupun para pendengar cerita yang dituturkan Penyair, mereka larut seolah ikut dalam petualangan-petualangan di masa lalu.

Menjelang berakhir Penyair menghimbau, “wahai para bujang lapok diseluruh dunia. Bersatulah! Jangan biarkan ada siapapun yang merendahkan kalian. Dan jika ada yang berhak menertawakan kalian, itu hanya Tuhan sendiri!” Dan mereka semua terkesima dengan kharisma sang Penyair.

X

Sementara itu, masih di lepau nasi yang sama, di sudut yang berbeda. Barbarossa gusar, dia menikmati kopi sendirian, ia melengguh. “Dasar kutu kupret, badak bercula dua! Kemana kawan-kawan Assosiasi? Kenapa tidak pernah ada kabar lagi.” Memukul meja, ia merasa kesal pulang tanpa melihat kiri dan kanan, melewati Penyair dan gerombolannya.

X

KATALOG SERI ABL

  1. GEMPAR
  2. TERLARANG
  3. NASIB
  4. RAGA
  5. BOIKOT
  6. RISAU
  7. BAHAGIA
  8. BERAI
  9. LALAI
  10. CIDUK
  11. UNDANGAN
  12. LINGKARAN
  13. PLEDOI
  14. KURANG
  15. HILANG
  16. DENDANG
  17. PERKASA
  18. ENIGMA
  19. ALIANSI
  20. MEMORI
  21. BAYANGAN
  22. MERAJOK
  23. BATAS
  24. ILUSI
  25. EVOLUSI
  26. BUKU
  27. VIRTUE
  28. REALITAS
  29. KRISIS

 

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THE MAN ON THE EDGE OF TIME

Bhishma was hit, understood he would not heal. In Kurukshetra

THE MAN ON THE EDGE OF TIME

Terjemahan Bahasa Indonesia

All the time, year after year. Now, the border has changed in this century, but this nostalgic is how different from reality, it’s all because of history. Everything has its origins, its journey is called history in common language called the past. Man as an individual actor is actually history itself, man absorbs (osmosis) what he passes on the journey of life. Whether it’s taste, space and time. And the traits of great men can be known through three signs: generosity in form, humanity in the execution, not exaggeration in success.

Kurukshetra. A dispute between the Pandava family led by Puntadewa (Yudhishthira) against their cousin, the Kauravas led by Duryodhana. On the tenth day, Bhishma the warlord from Hastinapura advanced into the battlefield bravely. Bhishma is also called Devavrata is the keeper of the Bharata dynasty was the last honorable in the Kourava stronghold abstaining from women, not against when Shikhandi attacked. And the Heroine attack did not work against Devavrata. But unknowingly Dewabrata, behind Shikhandi, Arjuna fired his darts and crippled Bhishma. The arrows stuck and pierced his armor, then he fell off the train, Bhishma’s body did not touch the ground because it was supported by dozens of arrows.

X

Decades ago

Bhishma of Hastina

Bhishma’s name in Sanskrit means “He who is a great oath”, for he vowed to live celibate forever and not inherit the throne of his kingdom. Devavrata’s name was changed to Bhishma because he performed Bhishan Pratigya, which is the vow to be celibate forever and will not inherit his father’s throne. That’s because Bhishma does not want her and her descendants to be at odds with the descendants of Satyavati, his stepmother.

The darkness of the night caught him. Above, the tight stars continued to emit their glowing light. Underneath there were no moving creatures, and Bhishma also could hear nothing but the gentle breeze shifting the blades of grass. He recalls when he was not the current Bhishma, princesses from Kassi’s kingdom, Amba came to him and asked. “What is love, Bhishma?”

Decades ago, when they were young

He raved. “I have agreed with myself that will bury love. I do not hate the love, but love has hurt me so that the love that keeps me away. Love itself leads me to avoid it. Love has tarnished my belief in love itself. Is it wrong if I refuse to love? Is it hypocritical if I deny the love in my heart? Love only makes man as a slave. Love has made me mature to understand, as well as forgive me. It takes a time to understand that love is beauty, requires a thorough and complete interpretation, this moment of love for me is only a wound that leads to a choice, fortifies itself from its charm as strongly as I can, as strong as I can. Love, body, soul and all things forgive me who is not ready to receive you.”

“Do you think, if people who have a determination to come to Hastinapura half-hearted only to meet one person only. To be rejected for an absurdity?” Amba replied.

“My path is Dharma not love!” Bhishma replied.

“You who always want to bear all responsibility alone, I really do not understand you.” Amba looked full of hatred at Bhishma.

Go away.” Banish Bhishma.

X

With hatred towards Bhishma, Amba meditated aloud. In his mind, there was only a desire to see Bhishma die. Because of his diligence, Shiva appears and says that Amba will be reincarnated, and contribute to Bhishma’s murder. The deity also said that Amba’s hatred of Bisma would not disappear after reincarnation. After hearing the notice from the god, Amba said. “Bhishma, I pray that you are given longevity and also health. But I also cursed you. You! Will see what you strive for, which for the sake of dharma willingly throw out the love of seeing the way it breaks to pieces. Your death will be filled with honor for others, but no more double sadness for your soul!” She made a fire and then burned herself.

X

That day

Bhishma was hit, understood he would not heal. The debt of Amba’s death has been avenged by Shikhandi and Arjuna. But he realized that every complaint, the disappointment that came before death was the result of what he had done in the past. He is the man on the Edge of time, seeing Kurukshetra war between brothers, Pandavas, and Kauravas fighting over the throne of Hastinapura. Something disappointing. He had once thrown out love, for the survival of the Bharata family, now to be in vain.

“Actually I’m a loser, have nothing to be proud. Indeed everything I do is for the sake of the family, for my house to stay upright. I have to humble myself. That’s why I want you, Pandavas strong. Especially Yudhishthira. I want him to be a tough man who believes in his beliefs, not easily influenced by others. No less by anything, not out of date. As a substitute for my generation. Thanks for everything, goodbye. I am a traveler in this world, I will continue my journey to other realms.”

Bhishma is dying

When Bhatarayudha finished, Bhishma moksha.

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EMAS, KAFIR DAN MAUT

Sikin Aceh bersepuh emas

EMAS, KAFIR DAN MAUT

Catatan Singkat Mengenai Pengalaman Dua Orang Perancis Di Aceh Barat Pada Akhir Abad XIX

Dalam abad ke-19 orang-orang Barat terus menjalankan eksplorasi mereka terhadap berbagai daerah Asia untuk mengeksploitasi kekayaan dari bangsa-bangsa yang disebut kulit berwarna. Dalam usaha ini mereka menghadapi berbagai reaksi masyarakat tempatan yang didatanginya.

Pada awal tahun 1877, ketika sedang berkecamuknya peperangan antara Kesultanan Aceh dengan Kerajaan Belanda, datanglah seorang Perancis L. Wallon1 ke negeri Teunom dan Woyla, yang letaknya di pantai Barat Aceh. Wallon, melakukan penelitian ilmiah dan bermaksud berbisnis biji emas di kawasan hulu Teunom dan Woyla2. Yang menjadi raja di negeri-negeri Teunom dan jajahan taklukannya Panga waktu itu adalah Teuku Imum Muda3, sedangkan raja di negeri Woyla adalah Teuku di Blang. Dengan raja Woyla ini ia telah gagal mencapai persetujuan dalam usaha emas ini, oleh karena raja Woyla meminta seperempat dari hasil, sedang Wallon hanya bersedia memberi seperlimanya4.

Tiga tahun kemudian, Maret 1880, Wallon kembali lagi ke Teunom, kali ini dengan rekan sebangsanya bernama Guillaume5. Perjalanannya dari Padang (Sumatera Barat) menuju Teunom dengan menaiki perahu kepunyaan nahkoda Nyak Din, memakan waktu lebih kurang dua bulan lamanya, oleh karena mereka menyingahi tempat-tempat dan pulau-pulau kecil untuk melakukan penelitian6.

Peristiwa 11 Maret 1880

Teuku Imum Muda, Raja Teunom (Tengah)

Permintaan Wallon untuk pergi ke hulu sungai tidak diizinkan oleh Teuku Imum, sebab di sana menurut dia terdapat orang-orang jahat. Raja keberatan Wallon pergi tanpa disertainya, sebab dia takut Wallon akan dipukul oleh musuh-musuh Belanda, dan akhirnya dia pulalah yang mesti mengurus segala sesuatunya. Kemudian kedua orang Perancis itu ikut serta dengan Teuku Imum muda melalui jalan darat ke Kuala Woyla, sedangkan barang-barang mereka dengan pertolongan raja diangkat melalui laut dengan perahu. Teuku Imum Muda menyerahkan tanggung jawab keselamatan kedua orang Perancis ini kepada raja Woyla, Teuku di Blang tapi ia tidak bersedia menerimanya. Sekali lagi dinyatakan bahwa tempat yang dituju tidak cukup aman, dan kedua orang Perancis itupun ikut kembali ke Teunom bersama Teuku Imum Muda.

Sehari sesudah sampai di Teunom, kedua orang Perancis itu meminta izin pergi ke hulu Teunom, tetapi raja menyarankan supaya mereka jangan pergi ke sana apabila tidak bersamanya. Mereka tidak menghiraukan nasehat ini dan menyatakan supaya raja tidak usah khawatir karena mereka sebagai orang putih tahu benar akan usaha yang hendak dijalankan. Mereka hanya meminta pertolongan raja itu untuk mencarikan seorang penunjuk jalan, seorang tukang masak dan seorang tukang kayuh7. Setelah memenuhi permintaan mereka, Teuku Imum berangkat ke Panga dan kedua orang Perancis itu menuju hulu Teunom. Demikianlah butir-butir yang kita dapati dalam surat raja Teunom yang ditujukan kepada Assisten Residen Aceh Barat di Meulaboh, bertanggal 10 Maret 18808.

Setelah dua hari menaiki perahu mudik ke hulu sungai Teunom, sampailah kedua orang Perancis itu pada 11 Maret 1880 pukul empat petang di Tuwi Perya9. Tiba-tiba dari semak belukar muncullah dua orang Aceh, Panglima Lam Ara dan Po Imum Alue Leuhob, bersama kira-kira 40 orang pengikutnya10. Panglima Lam Ara berteriak kepada Teuku Din mengapa datang kesitu membawa kafir. Teuku Din menjawab bahwa mereka diminta oleh Teuku Imum Muda, Sayed Hasan, Teuku Padang dan kedua tuan ini bukanlah Belanda, tetapi Perancis yang bermaksud mengadakan penyelidikan mencari emas. Panglima Lam Ara menjawab ia tak peduli akan perintah pemimpin-pemimpin tadi, karena orang-orang yang berdiam di tepi pantai semuanya telah menjadi kafir. Panglima Lam Ara dan Po Imum Alue Leuhob segera mendekati perahu itu dan segera menamatkan riwayat kedua orang Perancis itu dengan pedangnya. Karena serangan itu begitu tiba-tiba, mereka tak sempat membela diri, orang-orang Aceh itu juga hendak menghabiskan kelima orang bumiputera yang berada di dalam perahu itu, tetapi semuanya sempat meloncat ke dalam air dan berusaha melarikan diri. Salah seorangnya berasal dari Bogor bernama Aripan, sempat tertangkap11. Ia meminta ampun supaya jangan dipancung karena ia orang Islam. Mereka tidak begitu saja mau mempercayainya sebelum membuktikannya. Maka dibukakanlah celana Aripan dan setelah diketahui bahwa ia telah disunat, maka iapun dilepaskan. Mayat kedua orang putih itu dicampakkan mereka ke dalam sungai dan mungkin telah menjadi mangsa buaya, karena ketika Teuku Imum mencari mayat-mayat itu tidak ditemukan lagi, meskipun dengan menggunakan empat buah perahu.

Usaha-usaha Raja Teunom

Setelah Raja Teunom mendapat kabar bahwa kedua orang Perancis itu terbunuh, ia mengerahkan penyelidikan dan tiga hari selepas itu ia mandapat kabar bahwa berita itu benar. Utusannya kembali dengan Aripan bersama Teuku Din dan si Hitam dan merekalah yang menceritakan semua itu12. Dengan segera ia mengirimkan 50 orang ke tempat naas itu terjadi dengan arahan supaya dijalankan segala usaha agar yang melakukan pembunuhan supaya ditangkap hidup atau mati dan memerintahkan agar yang bersalah itu jika terdapat dimanapun dalam daerahnya, dikejar dan ditangkap. Iapun meminta kepada Assisten Residan Belanda di Meulaboh untuk segera memberitahukan kepadanya apakah barang-barang kepunyaan orang-orang Perancis itu segera dikirimkan ke Meulaboh dan jika dikehendaki demikian ia akan melakukannya dengan segera13.

Ancaman yang jahat dari penjajah

Van Der Hayden

Gubernur Belanda di Aceh Van Der Heyden memerintahkan kepada seorang pegawai daerah berkebangsaan Belanda, Van Swieten, untuk berangkat ke Aceh Barat dengan kapal api Siak pada 31 Maret 1880 membawa surat dari Gubernur itu kepada Raja Teunom14. Ia juga berkeinginan mengirimkan dua pasukan infanteri dan pasukan meriam seperlunya ke negeri Teunom, tetapi kemudian menundanya sampai Van Swieten kembali dengan kapal tersebut dan lagi dia sendiri bermaksud pergi ke Teunom. Dalam surat Gubernur di atas kepada Raja Teunom dikemukannya rasa dukacitanya terhadap pembunuhan orang-orang yang tidak bersalah itu apalagi warga bangsa yang bersahabat baik dengan Hindia Belanda. Ia juga menghargai usaha-usaha raja Teunom untuk menangkap pembunuh-pembunuh itu dan juga usaha keselamatan barang-barang yang ditinggalkan oleh kedua korban tersebut dipujinya. Meskipun begitu ia masih belum puas lagi. Sebagai ganti darah yang telah tertumpah, Van Der Heyden menuntut kepada Raja Teunom dan rakyatnya menyerahkan pembunuh-pembunuh Wallon dan Guillaume, sedangkan untuk pelaksanaan hanya diberikan masa empat hari kepada raja itu. Dan kalau pembunuh-pembunuh itu tidak lagi berada dalam wilayah yang dikuasai oleh raja Teunom, dan tidak mungkin dapat menangkapnya, maka Belanda meminta kepada rakyat Teunom membayar sebesar 2.000 ringgit dalam masa empat hari, Ancaman itu seterusnya menyatakan bahwa bilamana masanya telah habis dan tuntutan-tuntutan Belanda tidak dipenuhi, maka raja Teunom bersama rakyatnya akan menanggung akibatnya15.

Adat dan jebakan yang gagal

Raja Teunom berusaha memanggil Panglima Lam Ara dan Po Imum Alue Leuhob dengan semua pengikut-pengikutnya, dengan maksud hendak menangkapnya. Kira-kira 14 hari kemudian datanglah mereka dengan lebih kurang 40 orang pengikutnya membawa barang-barang kepunyaan kedua orang Perancis itu yang terdiri dari tiga pucuk senapan, satu kemah (tenda), uang 20 ringgit, serta uang emas 50 keping dan menyerahkannya ke tangan Teuku Banda untuk diteruskan kepada raja Teunom. Selain daripada itu mereka membawa bersama seekor kerbau, sejumlah kelapa muda dan tebu untuk disampaikan memenuhi adat yang meminta ampun kepada raja16.

Teuku Imum Muda menyuruh Teuku Banda dan seorang lagi Teuku Mut pergi menemui Panglima Lam Ara serta Po Imum Alue Leuhob meminta keduanya menghadap, tetapi pengikut-pengikutnya supaya menunggu saja dahulu diseberang sungai Panga. Tetapi kedua mereka itu menolak usul tersebut bila tidak diizinkan datang bersama-sama dengan pengikut-pengikutnya. Kemudian oleh Teuku Imum mencari akal dan mengirimkan sebuah perahu ke seberang sungai ke tempat Panglima itu berada dengan maksud hendak mengepung mereka. Ketika tampak perahu menuju ke seberang Panglima Lam Ara bersama pengikut-pengikutnya segera melarikan diri. Kemudian Teuku Imum menyuruh kira-kira 500 orang mencari Panglima Lam Ara dan kawan-kawannya melalui jalan ladang dan ia sendiri dengan lebih kurang 1.000 orang rakyat mengambil jalan pantai terus mudik ke hulu menuju Tuwi Perya. Sesampainya disana mereka tidak mendapai manusia, kecuali padi, lada serta rumah-rumah kosong saja. Teuku Imum menyuruh membakar rumah ladang Panglima Lam Ara serta Po Imum, kesemuanya ada 6 buah17.

Setelah pihak Belanda yakin benar bahwa Teuku Imum rupanya tidak terlibat dalam usaha membunuh kedua orang Perancis itu, maka Gubernur Van Der Heyden menyatakan dalam sepucuk surat dari atas geladak kapal “zeemeeuw” 9 April 1880, bahwa ia bersedia menyerahkan uang jaminan 2.000 ringgit yang seharusnya dibayar Teuku Imum kepada Belanda, kedalam tangan Teuku Imum sendiri untuk biaya meneruskan usaha mencari dan menangkap Panglima Lam Ara dan Po Imum Alue Leuhob18.

Epilog

Mengambil pengalaman dari peristiwa tersebut, Gubernur Belanda di Aceh meminta kepada Gubenur Jenderal Hindia Belanda di Betawi agar untuk masa yang akan datang, kunjungan ke pedalaman seperti yang dilakukan oleh kedua orang Perancis itu, demi keselamatan haruslah dengan izin Belanda, dan kepala bumiputera. Rupanya Belanda tidak menyukai Wallon dan rekannya yang tidak meminta izin terlebih dahulu. Pada 18 Februari 1887, Gubernur Belanda di Aceh mengeluarkan izin kepada Mathieu Baron Von Hedenstrom, umur 28 tahun, yang lahir di Odessa (Rusia) dan berdomisili di Paris. Ia bermaksud meneruskan penyelidikan yang telah dilakukan oleh Wallon dan Guillaume di Aceh Barat. Dalam surat itu disebutkan bahwa izin itu hanya berlaku semata-mata bagi keperluan penyelidikan ilmiah dan jikalau hendak mengunjungi tempat-tempat di luar Meulaboh, ia tidak boleh melakukan kunjungan, dilarang oleh pegawai perizinan Belanda yang ditugaskan di sana karena alasan keselamatan.

Gubenur Belanda di Aceh menyatakan bahwa sebab kejahatan dan pembunuhan itu adalah nafsu merampok, terlebih-lebih dari rakyat Aceh yang kasar dan tidak beradab. Adakah pernyataan gubernur itu dapat diterima setelah terbukti Panglima Lam Ara dan rekan-rekannya telah mengembalikan harta kedua orang Perancis termasuk ringgit dan uang emas mereka? Tidak dapat diharapkan pihak penjajah untuk memahami tindakan-tindakan orang lain berdasarkan pandagan yang berbeda dari mereka. Tidaklah pula dapat diharapkan, dalam suasana perang melawan Belanda itu, Panglima Lam Ara yang menyakiti bahwa orang eropa yang dianggap kafir hendak merusak agama dan bangsanya akan berbuat lain daripada apa yang telah dilakukannya. Perbenturan tata nilai yang dimungkinkan oleh berbagai keadaan, telah terjadi disana.

Catatan Kaki :

1Catatan perjalannya dimuat dalam Annales de I’ Extreme Orient, August 1789, dan diterjemahkan oleh D.F.A. Hervey dengan judul “Klouwang and its Caves, West Coast of Atchin”, Journal of the Straits Branch, Royal Asiatic Society, (Singapura), jilid 8, (Desember 1881), ms. 153-8.

2Aceh, sejak sebelum Sultan Iskandar Muda (1607-1636), telah terkenal dengan emasnya. A. Hamilton dalam kisah perjalannya ke Nusantara, 1688-1723, menyebutkan sebagai berikut : “Atcheen affords nothing of its own product fit for export, but gold dust, wich they have pretty plentiful, and of the finest touch of any in those parts, its being 2% better than Andraghiry sic Pahaung sic gold, and is equal in touch to our guinea” A New Account of the East Indies, jilid II, Edinburg, 1727, m.s 108.

3Ketika bermula Perang Aceh melawan Belanda pada tahun 1873, Teuku Imum Muda sebagai seorang Uleebalang (hulubalang) muda berangkat ke neheri Aceh-Inti (Acheh Proper) pada tahun 1874 ikut mengambil bagian dalam peperangan melawan Belanda yang dianggap kafir oleh orang Aceh waktu itu. Karena banyak banyak rakyatnya yang mati syahid dan mendapat luka-luka ia terpaksa kembali ke Aceh Barat, setelah ia bersumpah tidak akan menyerah kepada Belanda. Tetapi pada tahun 1876 melalui juru tulisnya ia menyatakan keinginannya dengan surat menyerah dengan suatu syarat tidak berkewajiban menemui Belanda atau komandan dari kapal perang Belanda. Belanda tidak mempedulikannya dan tetap melakukan blockade terhadap hasil eksport ladanya, maka pada tahun 1877 syarat yang diajukan itu dicabutnya dan pergilah ia ke Kutaraja dan menandatangani 18 artikel akta penyerahan kepada Belanda. Satu daripadanya berisi ketetapan bahwa sebahagian pendapatan rakyatnya yang seharusnya dipersembahkan kepada Sultan Aceh, akan jatuh kepada Pemerintah Hindia Belanda. Lihat “Mededeelingen betreffende de Atjehsche Onderhoorig-heden”, Bijdragen tot de Taal-en Volkenkunde van Nederlandch Indie, (The Hague), IX, 1910, m.s. 153.

4Laporan Assisten Residen Aceh Barat, Van Langen, 6 April 1880, dossier no. 9186, Arkib Am Kerajaan, Schaarebergen, Negeri Belanda

5Raja Teunom memberi izin kepada Wallon menyimpan barang-barang di kedai raja itu di Teluk Bubon. Lihat surat Teuku Imum Muda kepada Assisten Residen Belanda di Aceh Barat, 18 Maret 1880, ibid

6Laporan Aripan, orang gaji kedua Perancis ini, pada pegawai Belanda di Kutaraja, 7 April 1880, dalam Laporan Politik Van Der Heyden, (15 Jan-30 Okt. 1880), ibid.

7Yang menjadi penunjuk jalan, Teuku Din, penolong tukang masak bernama si Hitam dan dua orang lagi tukang kayuh yang menyertai perjalanan itu. Laporan Assisten Residen Aceh Barat, 6 April 1880, ibid.

8Raja Teunom kepada Assisten Residen Aceh Barat, ibid

9Mengenai rekonstruksi peristiwa 11 Maret 1880, lihat surat Teuku Imum Muda, 3 April 1880; pengakuan Aripan, 7 April 1880 Laporan Politik Van Der Heyden, 5 Jan.-30 Oktober 1880, ibid.

10Panglima Lam Ara berasal dari Pedir (Pidie) pada mulanya tinggal di hulu Woyla, karena perselisihan dengan raja Woyla , ia diusur dari sana, Kemudian ia menetap di hulu Teunom, Tuwi Perya, membuka tanah dengan menanam lada. Pengikut-pengikut Panglima ini juga Po Imum Alue Lehob adalah orang-orang Pedir. Laporan Van Langen, 6 April 1880, ibid.

11Aripan, 23 tahun, pernah bekerja di Bali. Setelah tuannya bernama Rouseline pindah ke Saigon, ia hendak kembali ke Bogor, tetapi di Singgapura ia berjumpa Wallon, Guillaume dan Courret. Akhirnya Aripan bersedia bekerja pada mereka. Dengan kedua orang yang tersebut belakangan, dia pergi ke Betawi dan kemudian menuju Padang (Sumatera Barat)/ Lihat pengakuan Aripan, 7 April 1880 dalam Laporan Politik Van Der Heyden, 5 Jan.- 80 Oktober 1880. Ibid.

12Surat Teuku Imum Muda, 18 Maret 18180, ibid.

13Ibid

14Surat Gubernur Belanda di Aceh pada Gubernur Jenderal Hindia Belanda di Betawi No. 612/P.Z., 4 April 1880. Ibid

15Ibid

16Surat Teuku Imum Muda, 3 April 1880. Ibid.

17Setelah tiga hari Raha ini kembali ke Panga barulah diperoleh kabar bahwa anak saudara Panglima Lam Ara telah mati terbenam di sungai teunom ketika melarikan diri dari kejaran orang-orang raja Teunom, dan empat orang pengikut Panglima itu juga hilang terhanyut di dalam sungai ketika mereka mengundurkan diri. Ibid

18Ibid

19Surat No. 690/P.Z. 18 April 1880. Ibid

Referensi :

Emas, Kafir dan Maut; T. Ibrahim Alfian; Pusat Latihan Penelitian Ilmu-Ilmu Sosial Aceh; Darussalam – Banda Aceh; Tahun 1976.

 

 

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TOKUGAWA IEYASU, THE ASURA

The Tokugawa clan crest

TOKUGAWA IEYASU, THE ASURA

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Sunpu. End of May 1616. The weather will be humid, the rainy season was always going to take place this month in time to continue for two or three weeks. Not the season that I like, for some reason when I remember I tend to hate the rainy season, which usually everyone gathered in the house, tasting rice cakes with family. This year is a good year, full of good crops from Hokkaido to Kyushu. Will the years of peace and prosperity last longer? People say I know the secrets of human nature, it is actually really I do not know. This peace will be guarded over backward, never shed tears and became “Asura”. That is one way a man express kindness, I do not expect the whole country knows.

Today, a fighter, as soldiers or generals in 90 battles. I’m in pain in bed, waiting to die. Yesterday, this pain is getting worse, Masamune Date came to visit read a piece of poetry Zen, “Rectitude carried to excess hardens into stiffness; benevolence indulged beyond measure sinks into weakness.” Refined ethics of a person who always I suspect, a follower of Hideyoshi in the campaign of Korea, but turned against the Toyotomi family in Sekigahara Battle and the siege of Osaka, he’s with me. Perhaps I should have advised Hidetada, so as not to deprive the Tohoku Daimyo status. However, he was one of the people in my era, the Sengoku period.

Sekigahara Battle

The man who has no loyalty does not mean anything, does it say you Hideyoshi Toyotomi? I smiled happily remember you. Fault itself has a weak successor, Hideyori. He lost a lot of areas that you inherited was taken over by the daimyo of the Western region even before the battle of Sekigahara, then do not blame me if we meet someday in hell. Because I thoroughly beat your son, I have a duty to unite the country. I won, exceeding all of you, Takeda Shingen, Oda Nobunaga, Uesugi Kenshin, or you Toyotomi Hideyoshi. I was the one who finally succeeded in unifying Japan.

In this case, I still feel better than Mori Terumoto and Hojo Ujimasa. I made just because I’m more patient and long-lived than you, lucky others have offspring at a time when right, and the right quality. Hidetada, nine years ago I handed him the post of a shogun. Our Clan, Tokugawa won at this age.

Hideyoshi, I know. You and I are lucky to see the action of the man. Someone that I hated at the same time submits to him, no I’m not the same as you who love her. Oda Nobunaga, our teachers. The man who first tried to unite the country with a predominance of Owari province, if only Akechi Mitsuhide betrayed and attacked while not unexpected, Honno incident. Maybe he and his descendants, who led the country. Nobunaga O, You are great, exactly when the title of the strongest. I admit it sincerely. Maybe you in hell there waiting for me, despite all my admiration know you, it turns out I really hate you. When my oldest son Nobuyasu you accused of conspiring with Takeda Katsuyori to poison you, you execute Nobuyasu wife and forced to commit seppuku. You have destroyed the heart of a father, I am grateful that there is karma. Your sons die horribly by intrigue Hideyoshi, I thank god Hachiman not destroy them by my own hand.

Sengoku Period

I feel my time is near. The only people who want me to avoid meeting in the afterlife is Sanada Yukimura. People who until the end always bother me and the Tokugawa family. Do not be surprised, not all human beings have a bad side that does not want others to see. Weak, deceitful, loser. But it is part of human beings. This life is like a long journey with a heavy burden. Where I have gone slow and steady, that when I tripped. I said to myself that imperfection and inconvenience are a lot of human nature, and there will be no room for discontent and neither despair. When ambitious desires arise in my heart, remembering the days have I passed. Forbearance is the root of all quietness and assurance in my life. When I looked at the wrath of mine enemies. I need only know how to conquer it. I did not win the whole battle, but I was the one who won the last battle.

I would have died, although they were alive to say I will become a Buddha. I feel better being “Asura”, in order to meet again with the guys who have died before me, all the enemies and friends in the past, because you are taught how pleasant life, and the days that I have been through this. How I miss your spirit, the spirit of those earlier times, much less owned by people of this age. Fun, who knows how much time had passed. Since we fight on this battlefield. After death there you still enjoy it, right?

I hope you all understand what I’m doing this for my family, for my house in order to remain upright. That’s why I wanted to make a strong Hidetada. I want him to be a man who believes in his faith strong, not easily influenced by others. Not defeated by anything, not outdated. As the successor to the leader of the Tokugawa Shogunate.

Finally, when a person has completed his final destination, as I was left only (wait) death.

Tokugawa Ieyasu
徳川家康

Tokugawa Ieyasu (January 31, 1543 – June 1, 1616) was the founder and first shogun of the Tokugawa shogunate of Japan, which effectively ruled Japan from the Battle of Sekigahara in 1600 until the Meiji Restoration in 1868. Ieyasu seized power in 1600, received appointment as shogun in 1603, abdicated from office in 1605, but remained in power until his death in 1616. His given name is sometimes spelled Iyeyasu, according to the historical pronunciation. Ieyasu was posthumously enshrined at Nikkō Tōshō-gū with the name Tōshō Daigongen. He was one of the three unifiers of Japan, along with his Former Lord Nobunaga and Toyotomi Hideyoshi. In 1616, Ieyasu died at age 73.

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SELAMAT SOBAT

Kau selalu menjadi orang pertama mengingatkan aku ketika berpikir tidak jernih.

SELAMAT SOBAT

Kita boleh memiliki kemampuan mati berkali-kali, kemudian hidup lagi. Kita boleh memiliki segunung emas yang tak akan habis dipakai selama tujuh generasi. Atau kita bisa muda selamanya, mengalahkan usia tetap abadi. Tapi itu semua tak akan punya arti, jika kita tidak memiliki sahabat.

Bertahun-tahun lalu, ketika aku belum menjadi aku yang sekarang. Tidak terlalu lama, mungkin aku masih sedikit lebih muda, lebih tolol dan lebih banyak melakukan kesalahan. Mungkin sejarah sudah melupakan, atau sudah tidak ada lagi orang yang betul-betul mengingat. Mungkin aku pun sudah tak mampu mengingat itu semua, tapi aku selalu ingat ada seorang sahabat yang menemani saat-saat itu.

Sahabatku adalah seseorang yang sangat baik, setiap kali aku melihat matanya berbinar-binar seperti anak kecil, aku merasa ia adalah (salah satu) pria terbaik. Di dalam mata seseorang ada pancaran cahaya yang tak terlihat, itu adalah pancaran jiwa.

Aku tersenyum, mengenang kita berbagi tawa dan kekonyolan. Menertawakan hidup, tak ada momen yang lebih menyenangkan.  Mengingat masa-masa dahulu, bahwa aku dan kamu pernah sangat muda. Kita bertahan hidup dengan berlandaskan mimpi yang sama, senyum polos dua anak muda yang selalu bersama bagai cermin, saling percaya.

Kau selalu menjadi orang pertama mengingatkan aku ketika berpikir tidak jernih. Terima kasih atas segala ketulusan dan kebaikan hati. Bersama kita menghadapi suka dan duka, menelan keberhasilan dan kegagalan sekaligus. Jika hidup adalah sebuah perjalanan, pada masanya kita pernah mendaki gunung yang terjal bersama.

Orang bilang, sahabat layaknya harta. Tapi bagiku, sahabat itu adalah harta yang melebihi harta. Harta dapat diwariskan dari seorang ayah kepada anaknya, akan tetapi persahabatan tidak. Aku berharap, kelak keturunan kita dapat bersahabat seperti halnya kita.

Sobat, ketika engkau menikah. Mataku berkaca-kaca ketika memelukmu. Bahagia, seperti ketika engkau juga berbahagia ketika aku menikah. Aku bersyukur ketika Allah SWT mempertemukan kita, tanpa ikatan darah, tanpa persamaan dalam sikap dan karakter, menjadi bersaudara. Dalam persahabatan.

Selamat menikah sobat. Ayunkan langkah pertama dan mulailah berjalan, selalu ada kemungkinan untuk meraih apa yang kau inginkan.

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PERPETUUM MOBILE

You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; rather, it transforms from one form to another.

PERPETUUM MOBILE

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Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; rather, it transforms from one form to another. For instance, chemical energy can be converted to kinetic energy in the explosion of a stick of dynamite. A consequence of the law of conservation of energy is that a perpetual motion machine of the first kind cannot exist. That is to say, no system without an external energy supply can deliver an unlimited amount of energy to its surroundings, proposed by British physicist James Joule Prescott.

It has long been proven that a machine that can run itself (Perpetuum Mobile) will remain a beautiful dream.

In every movement, there is always a retarding force (eg, friction) so that the movement energy will be turned into heat. Heat can not be returned intact into motion again.

Even in space vacuum, it is not possible Perpetuum Mobile. It can arise perpetual motion. Astronauts just have to turn the wheel once and the wheels keep turning. However, according to state energy terms, it is at rest. No extra energy and no energy is reduced, the wheel rotating at the same speed. If the wheel is rotated is stopped, then it takes the same energy when the wheel moves.

The legendary physicist, Albert Einstein called. One of the concepts of the theory of relativity, that object has a constant speed, is actually a relatively stationary object. It refers to Einstein’s famous paper with the original title Zur Elektrodynamik betwegter Kopter published in 1905.

Strange indeed, but it makes sense. For Einstein, the moving object is not the object that has the speed, but the object is accelerating.

From this logic, the condition is when an object moves to increase or decrease speed. Not the movement from one point to another, but a movement from one speed to a different speed. And keep in mind, the acceleration is not just a matter of moving the idle state to state, but also from the position of moving to a standstill.

Let us look at an example, when Filippo Inzaghi still playing, try to be true to yourself (even though you’re a fan of Milan), have you ever had the same assessment with a Johan Cruyff, on Inzaghi, the former Milan, and Italy’s national team?

“Look, the thing about [Filippo] Inzaghi is he can’t actually play football at all. He’s just always in the right position.”

Every Milan are in trouble, they get way out of Inzaghi.

“Look, the thing about [Filippo] Inzaghi is he can’t actually play football at all. He’s just always in the right position.”

With normal logic, the player with the physical qualities and techniques such as Filippo Inzaghi will not be able to become a top striker. How can it be amazed? Players who were born and raised in the city of Piacenza is not a player who can easily be admired only by a fantastic goal record. He could not pass one or two players like Ronaldo, he could not elastic like Ronaldinho, he can not kick the ball like Beckham, has not kept the ball like Bergkamp, he had no magic like Messi. The technique is one of the worst of all the players of the world.

Inzaghi often ran not clear at the opponent’s penalty box, like pleading if it touched the opponent, especially if not given a penalty. But strangely, in some crucial situations, suddenly he scored a goal, which is often the process is so bad, he celebrated with so emotional, as like he had scored a sensational goal.

He sucks the opponent, the legendary defender of Real Madrid and Brazil, Roberto Carlos said, “every Milan are in trouble, they get way out of Inzaghi.”

In fact, Filipo Inzaghi, who incidentally mediocre players won all the titles can be achieved by a team of football players. World Cup, the European Champions League, Scudetto, Coppa Italia, European Supercup and the FIFA Club World Cup.

What’s the secret? Because Inzaghi always moving in chaos, the motion is indeterminate and as meaningless. With frequent moves, in addition to creating the space, it creates a consistent speed all at once acceleration is minimal. He was keeping time, so do not go back to zero speed. Because someone will benefit because it will be able to act more quickly than the opposite, especially when the opponent is in a stationary position.

Why Inzaghi is an example? Would not it be nice if Bale, Ronaldo, Messi, Robben made an example? They often do the same thing, but we forget they are outstanding players, that’s not their superiority. Inzaghi was a regular player, and in this case (almost) all humans are mediocre.

Moving in chaos, in the indeterminate motion. That as there is no professional advantage though, actually, if thought out carefully is preparing to get a chance. And when he comes, we are at the highest speed and coupled with luck will result in success.

As we know the formula to success is preparation and luck. From that discussion, the fair would be, if we often hear how coaches around the world almost always ask the players to move dynamically.

Not only is the football coach, the philosophers also recommends so. Prophet said Seek knowledge from cradle to grave. Learning from whatever is the process of moving, maintaining the quality of human life.

Football, life, love too, has the same philosophy. One time my wife asked, get maintain our love become immortal. I said no! The wife was silent, sullen uncertain. I am a lover of football, know that the defensive (maintain) is tiring, exhausting in silence.

I prefer to attack! Within the meaning of the word, love must be nurtured and watered with compassion so that he will always grow over time. Households may be having problems of its own, even the most attacking team will face the situation even survive.

However, the philosophy is to attack, grow, grow. It would be easier to make us achieve timeless style, enduring movement (Perpetuum mobile) in life. Yes, life is a true test of a barrage and relentless, it is only going to stop when we die. Thus, evolved, move to face it. Perhaps this is a very easy to say but difficult to implement, but believe me, this world nothing is wasted. Energy is eternal.

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CIVILIZATION WITHOUT WRITING

We are all slaves of history. He is a river that can not be disturbed, anyone. We also can not swim against the strength. In fact, we will sink into the stream.

CIVILIZATION WITHOUT WRITING

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Thousands of years ago various groups of hunters and gatherers wandered across Asia and Europe while following a herd of mammoths that eat weeds, gradually, the ice begins to melt, grass growth patterns changed, flocks move north and become reduced. Follow from some hunters, others, due to a shortage of meat that is the core of their staple food, harvest the weeds it and at a certain moment begin to grow their own some kind of grass, perhaps.

Although the world history books usually begin with pre-historic times, but what is the pre-history? Is just a future where humans have not yet found the writing alone? Another specialist, anthropologist, for example, have much better equipment to delve further gloom past so it can be speculated about human behavior, about the patterns persist, about motivation as a period without differentiation. But of course, it’s hard to find the lives of certain people who gives flesh and life to these abstract questions of human behavior.

Occupation Professor, author, spy, colonial advisor.

Humans eventually found the writing, but oral tradition is still alive for centuries to come. For example, Snouck Hurgronye in his book, The Achehnese, volume 2 in chapter literature mentions With Aceh literature we mean all of which have been composed in the Acehnese language. I accidentally saying “fabricated” and not “written”, because the specific differentiation between what is preserved and what is not enshrined in written form, can not be applied consistently to the works of authors Aceh both in the past and present. ”

Oral tales popular in Indonesia is “Kancil” a figure that shows the docking with the “Eulenspiegel” from Germany. “Juha” from Switzerland and “Nasruddin Hoja” from Turkey. This is a common thread that connects via oral tradition.

Battle of Samalanga (1878)

Sultanate of Aceh, the last independent sultanate in the archipelago. Defeat in the war against the Dutch. As a sign of modern times, when the oral tradition conquered by writing. Aceh War (1873-1974) is the end of civilization without written in Indonesian.

General van Heutz and staff in battle of Batee Iliek

Writing has won, Van Heutsz conquered the fortress Batèë Iliëk who never fell for 30 years Aceh War with coping strategies, as written by Homer, the epic Trojan War, insert Abu Pang into jars, warlords Indies Dutch invaded the strongest fortress of the Sultanate of Aceh Darussalam. Aceh forces, led by Said Muhammad, finally defeated in a back way.

In 1901 the castle Batèë Iliëk fall, the distance is not so much with the modern history because only 4 years later Einstein discovered the theory of relativity. I imagine, if the fort Batèë Iliëk persisted until World War I began in 1914 then history would have been different, dear history did not begin with the word, if only.

Capture of Fort Kuto Reh at 14 June 1904, caused several hundred casualties to indigenous people

1904, Van Dalen conquered Gayo highland, passing bloody expedition. He borrowed a brutal strategy of Julius Ceasar. Facing tribal confederation in Gayo as the last independent force in the Sultanate of Aceh, he was imitating Julius alliance against Gallic tribes led Vercingetorix. Gayo highland falls, and officially declare the Dutch East Indies Aceh war officially ended.

We have lived, in the article is not so powerful. Before the millennium begins when the digital era is still shy to appear, we still feel how strong our feelings, as an example when I did not find a compatriot in the afternoon, then I would suspect they certainly were bathing in the river, and when followed there, almost always I find them there. Now the era of telecommunications, the range of games is getting away but before leaving the house I had to make sure via SMS, or other messaging devices in which they are located.

With a history of written, printed books, science is getting easier to obtain. Do not forget the Dutch conquered us with the documents that are accurate, and verified as authentic. But what happens if this time we get the pollution is writing? This era is the era of social media, all the information scattered everywhere, everyone can become the mouthpiece of the news. Inevitably hoaxes were scattered, we chew and considers it the truth.

The master shared scattered, sometimes sorry they were friends, teachers, influential people and we consider smarter than us, and sadly they unknowingly become agents of portals hoax. The portal benefit in terms of advertising, being our friends are slumped on the reputation of “brain rust”

Reading is good, as we want to know our desire against any science would certainly be useful. Supposing food, eat it either. But what happens when we put rubbish in our stomach? So what difference us with pigs? Who eats their own dung?

Einstein once said. “Humans are just a lot of reading and using only his brain is so little going to be lazy”. Why? We just read it and do not weigh it first then we will be stuck on a story that touches the heart so that each reader will be touched and do not miss to pass. One pattern hoax take advantage of the human heart is very sensitive to the reason would be left for a moment. In fact, the “heart” and “reasonable” must go hand in hand, is very naive if they are allowed to walk on their own without an escort.

The human brain at first was an empty house, they are filled with furnishings that fit their needs. The Moron take all the information he encountered so that the knowledge which might be useful to him wedged in the midst of or mixed with other things. Sage on the contrary, carefully he chose what was put into the house. He did not enter anything except equipment that will help him in doing the job because what is required is enough a lot. Everything was arranged neatly in a home-brain so that when necessary, he can easily find it.

Mistaken if we think that our brain houses have walls are enlarged, especially after a period of growth ended. Order house/brain just would much alone, then for every knowledge that has been entered, there are known and some are forgotten. Therefore, it is actually important to not let the fact that is not useful to get rid of useless facts.

I do not want to save the world from pollution writing, it’s simple, I just want to clear my facebook wall of dirt hoax by conveying it, or as much as possible aware of the closest friends as master shared, nothing more. Please stop it!

Civilization without writing? Impossible. We are all slaves of history. He is a river that can not be disturbed, anyone. We also can not swim against the strength. In fact, we will sink into the stream. As this message will not be delivered if it is not in writing, but as much as possible begin to reach out with simple things, like telling a tale/fable for our children orally, it is more meaningful than buy a book of fairy tales, true knowledge will not be able to defeat experience, which we share through a simple dialogue. A real conversation.

Civilization Without Writing Dalam Bahasa Indonesia

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KEPADA CINTA YANG BERUMUR SEMINGGU

Masih dengan pakaian sama dengan tahun lalu ketika ia masih gadis, namun hari ini pakaian itu sudah lusuh dimana setiap jalinan benang terlihat rapuh.

KEPADA CINTA YANG BERUMUR SEMINGGU

Masih dengan pakaian sama dengan tahun lalu ketika ia masih gadis, namun hari ini pakaian itu sudah lusuh dimana setiap jalinan benang terlihat rapuh. Kerudung sama pula ia kenakan membangkitkan kenangan tentang gairah lama ketika kami masih dimabuk asmara. Saat ini, sungguhpun ketika debu sebegitu mudah hinggap ia masih terlihat sangat cantik. Tapi mau apa dia kemari? Bukankah sudah kukatakan bahwa tak sudi melihat wajahnya lagi, berani sekali dia! Belum pernah ada orang yang sudah kumaklumatkan sebagai musuh punya keberanian untuk menemuiku lagi, dan sekali lagi sebuah teori runtuh olehnya. Disini ditempat aku tak bisa menghindari, di kantor dimana aku harus melayani secara professional. Tidak bisa tidak, betapa ia begitu cermat memperhitungkan sisi terlemah dari benteng yang kubangun dari puing-puing penaklukan.

“Aku butuh bantuan.” Lurus memandang aku menatap tajam ke wajah yang semakin tirus itu.

“Tulislah permintaanmu dikertas ini.” Aku menyodorkan selembar HVS kosong.

Ia tersenyum senang, “nanti malam aku serahkan, temui aku pukul delapan ditempat biasa dulu kita bertemu.” Disaat terdesak ia masih bisa mendikte, benar-benar mengerikan. Kepercayaan diri yang luar biasa, patut diberi tabik, meski sebenarnya aku sudah belajar untuk sangat membencinya.

Tapi sosokku sudah berubah, sudah menjadi insan pembelajar. Dulu Selicik apapun kamu, sejahat apapun kamu. Sampai kapanpun aku akan setia. “Sekarang, jika tidak maka tak akan lagi selamanya!”

Wajah itu memerah, “Baiklah” ia mengalah dan menuliskan sesuatu. “Ini nomorku.” Sambungnya seraya menyerahkannya ke tanganku.

Aku menggeleng membaca tulisan itu. Memberi Tipe-Ex, “Hapuslah itu, tulislah sebuah alamat. Permintaanmu akan kukirim via pos.” Aku menarik nafas panjang.

“Aku mengalah hari ini karena membutuhkan bantuanmu.” Ia menggerutu. Siapa dia? Bahkan disaat seperti inipun mampu mengancamku. Dia bangkit, “Terima kasih, disaat semua orang menutup mata akan masalahku, aku tahu kamu akan membantuku.” Dia mengetahui kelemahan terdalam dari diriku, dibalut amarah tertahan.

“Kamu pikir bantuan ini gratis!” Wajahnya terkejut tapi tersirat aura bahagia disitu, dia ingin kisah ini berlanjut. Tidak, tidak akan kuberikan kesempatan. “Kali lain jika membutuhkan bantuan, jangan pernah datang lagi memohon bantuanku. Cukup ini yang terakhir, sungguh tak sudi aku melihatmu lagi.” Mendung seketika diwajahnya, satu-satunya kemenangan seumur hidup yang pernah kuraih darinya.

“Maaf, aku tidak tahu. Sungguh tidak tahu telah sangat menyakiti hatimu.” Ia akhirnya pergi, timbul sedikit rasa iba dihatiku namun sekejap pula pada kenanganku terlintas memori dimana aku terkejut akan kelicikannya, terdiam bagaimana dengan licinnya akal seorang perempuan mampu mengalahkan logika lelaki terpintar sekalipun, dengan sebuah sandiwara hebat melebihi racikan sutradara manapun.

Bagaimanapun aku harus menolongnya karena aku tidak pernah membencinya, hidup ini telah pernah mengantarkanku pada banyak penolakan dan penolakan. Hanya dia yang menerimaku bahkan hingga saat ini, meski hanya seminggu, meski akhirnya ia berkhianat. Hanya dialah satu-satunya yang pernah menjadi kekasihku. Aku masih mengingat Hari itu takdir mempertemukan kami, ia memungutku yang tak punya cinta, seperti keajaiban ia memilihku. Dialah yang membentuk karakterku sekarang yang menjadi manusia waspada akan segala senyum wanita, yang membuatku curiga akan tangis perempuan. Seperti pandai besi ialah yang menempa hatiku menjadi baja. Maka untuk itulah aku harus menolongnya, sebagai bakti murid pada guru. Untuk sebuah cinta yang berumur seminggu, dimana pada masa lalu aku berhutang pada waktu. Tapi untuk itu aku harus mengenakan topeng, untuk melindungi wajahku dari debu. Untuk menyembunyikan air mataku karena tak sepantasnya seorang laki-laki menunjukkan kelemahannya, apalagi jika sampai dua kali sehingga tak mampu menjaga harga dirinya.

Malam ini ketika aku memenuhi permintaannya, membungkus keinginannya untuk diposkan besok. Kutempelkan kertas tadi tanpa membaca lagi. Biarlah tulisan itu tak pernah hinggap di memori otakku. Kehadirannya mengembalikan kenangan masa lalu, menyadarkan kalau sendirian sangat sepi. Dan dulu aku ingin memiliki keluarga bersamanya. Sudahlah masa lalu adalah masa lalu, ia sudah berlalu. Orang yang berkewajiban mengembalikan senyum diwajahnya bukan aku. Ia telah memilih dan seharusnya bertanggungjawab akan keputusannya itu dulu. Aku pasti akan menjadi lebih kuat, lalu menemukan orang yang dicintai, untuk kelak hidup bahagia.

Berjuang demi cinta untuk kemudian dikhianati adalah lebih baik, daripada kelak menyesal karena tidak berusaha dengan sepenuh hati, daripada tidak melakukan apa-apa. Bahkan kematian lebih baik daripada sebuah penyesalan.

Lhokseumawe, 4 April 2009

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ALI AND MALENA, A LOVE STORY

Ali and Malena, a love story, with background Azerbayzan during the Russian empire, the independence and the Soviet invasion. 1911-1920

ALI AND MALENA, A LOVE STORY

Versi Bahasa Indonesia

The innocence that characterizes true love can never be repeated. When it disappeared, it was gone forever.

at the beginning; when the sweet and bitter blend; no haste muddying the waters; humans nameless, character and, without a future.

X

1911

I weep for my inability in arithmetic. Damn states, so the difficulty of this Math. Destiny has brought me, the son of Azeri pride was in school, the school of our invaders. Since the Treaty of Gulistan, Russia takes Azerbaijan of Persia and incorporate it into the Russian empire. Fate also beats reality in family history. Usually, an Azeri son only learned on an Hoja (traditional teacher). I must admit that I’m smart enough. Fluent in Arabic, Farsi, a little Turkish and science whiz in Fiqh, Mantiq and Hadith. Something that can not be proud of here, in the school entirely Russian. Lost all my pride.

I had haltingly spelled Cyliric (Russian alphabet), this is all because of Hoja. He duly blamed entirely, a calm and quiet she had burst into rage and despair when I whispered teachings Hoja, “Mother. Hoja said to me. Women in Islam are second-class beings. “

Then, the bitterly lamenting mother then hugged. On the day that he forced my father to send me to school soon. This stance is in fact not the nature of my mother, because she thinks the Russians are occupiers. My father can only surrender, at least she has shown to me in that day, that the words that I told Hoja back to her, nothing more than nonsense, totally unfounded. After successfully put me in school, she smiled with satisfaction.

“Educating children to become civilized, intelligent for the sake of Mother Russia.” It is the school motto. Here we have to dress like Westerners. No taboos, no sacred here. Teachers are often cynical to children Azeri, Armenian even though. They often insinuated, that we breed so much so that it will very difficult to feed the family. How school “civilized” is actually racist, or “barbaric.” I prefer the lessons from Hoja, although some of his teachings crazy. At least, he was more honest.

“The school does not accept students who have been married.” On average, we Azeris married at the age of 14-16 years. More quickly than Russia or Armenia, I can only smile and nod when Hasan each before the teacher entered had to bribe him with candy bars to not call dad at school. Hasan liked school, he did not get kicked out. Although he did not have good learning abilities. He does not grade three times, and followed by his son Haydar, go to school. Fortunately, our body is equipped with a sleek and small. Although longer-lived as they entered school than others. We, the son of Azeri can be deceiving teachers who do not know how old we are. During the night, in recitals Hoja I told friends. They laughed and said, “Russians have a big body, but little brain.” At least it is satisfaction, mocks teachers who humiliate us (Azeri) in the afternoon.

“The school is open to all sons and daughters of Imperial Russia.” Actually, no! The school is open to all races Russia, but not all Armenians. Moreover, the Azeris, like me. Only those who came from a prominent family who received and not all are also enrolled in school. Some prefer a madrassa run by Hoja. However, something that has been running for hundreds of years more evident than something new, thank God father owns land used by the Russian oil fields so that I could go to school. Silent and slowly I started to like school because schools are combining between boys and girls. Indeed there are no Azeri women who go to school, but there are daughters of Russia and Armenia. Although they are arrogant, but at least there was a refreshing sight here.

This year, with great difficulty, I grade. At least, I have pride. The first Azeri, who went up a class in the first year!

X

Summer 1912

Alena Shevchenko. Ganja Secondary School Principals cleared his throat, and the classroom became silent. These people have the opinion that wearing religious attributes violate school policy, which requires students to attend classes in secular clothing. Anyone who is caught will not be permitted to enter again unless removed, these policies generally accepted the fact. The white students were not allowed to wear a cross necklace, but of course our main target (Azeri), which often brings kupiah, beads. The blood of the Azeri always hot and secretly revolt, if it has a chance.

“The only way to save civilization is through progress and order,” said Alena around the classroom, I hid the cap in the clothes. While Hasan inserts the beads in the bag. He was right in front of me, my ass cowering in fear. She looked into my eyes, this Russian grandmother so scary that, I looked down.

“Ali Murtaza! What is it inside your shirt.”If you do not remember ancestors were the formidable desert wanderer then I’ll pee in pants heard the sound of the thunder tub. He pulled my shirt and discovered forced my cap to hide.

She looked at me and smiled. “You think you are a devout Muslim in Turkey or Iran by wearing this!”

Streaks anxious sticking to my forehead. I want to say yes, but I’m afraid.

“You are wrong to think like that. Azerbaijan is still part of the Russian empire even if the Ural mountains have been uprooted. Well, Ali on your mind! You should be dealt with. Now Sufi pack your stuff!”

I did not answer. My eyes filled with tears, I was expelled from school on the first day of the second year, I thought. At the time I was starting to like this crap.

“From today onwards, you’re sitting next to Malena.” Doomsday nevertheless occur. But sitting next to Malena, the Armenians? Armenians are ethnically not liked by us (Azeri) or Russian though. They are a nation of old and crafty. they rarely bath so that their bodies stink. that’s a rumor, we (Azeris) even avoid having to be near them. in addition, our nation Azeri unaccustomed adjacent to the woman is not mahram. Occupied, certainly not a reason to forget the Islamic Law. I want to refute this Alena Shevchenko, but certainly, soon he will accuse holds the view stodgy. I’m still searching for a reason.

“Ali fast! Or you will I return to your parents!

I was outnumbered and underpressure.

X

Still in 1912

Melena

Rumors which stated the Armenian-smelling carcass is totally wrong! So much hurt, so who pass it up to recitals Hoja should be cursed. Is the fragrance this? My nose feels foreign, floral fragrance mix completely I do not remember it, felt familiar and strange at the same. A little sweat like a spur tremendous warhead. The fragrance of heart thrilling moment, cells in the brain was spinning. Aha, this is the reason why disseminated rumors that they smelled of carrion because we (Azeris) are too weak will perfume them. Strongly according to the Sunnah! Advise women wear colored perfume but do not stink. A woman’s perfume.

That night I told Hoja, after the recitation of Al-Quran. I was surprised to see he chuckles, “Be careful with the horse, Ibnu Usman. Before you know it, all of a sudden you have to ride and she will gallop across the desert with you strapped to her back.”

How wrong Hoja, and how just a little he knew about the outside world. Sour expression on my face signifies distrust. I noticed Hoja see changes in my face and nodded with a smile sympathetic understanding. As I walked toward the gates of the madrasah, I think I hear a whisper Hoja, in my ear, “Beware, beware Ali.” But it’s only a mere daydream.

X

The new year 1913

Ali and Malena, we sat on a bench next to each other and chatted. It felt as if we were a pair of close friends who trust each other. Finally, I know, not entirely Armenia Malena, her father is Georgian, Armenian mother. Died shortly after she was born. She and her mother were picked up by the uncle of Armenia and was educated here. During this time she could deal with the problem alone, sew their own clothes. As an orphan, he did not give himself the mysterious fate of the (possible) cruel. Somehow in her eyes, I saw sadness but not unhappy. Armenian pupils more hate us (Azeri) than we do not like them. Malena shunned because sitting next to me, I feel fortunate to be born as Azeri, despite a sharp mouth but we have own affairs, I still get along with fellow Azeri without being considered unclean.

Hoja even the toughest just said, “Georgia? I hear that the famous Mamluk Sultan Baybars is a descendant of Georgia. He defeated the Mongols in the decisive battle at Ain Jalut several centuries ago. Good that.” Hoja continue the story on Islamic dynasties shines in the past, I just respectfully, I felt Hoja also learn from my story, as I learned from him.

Back in Malena, he loves playing with dolls. He knit his own dolls and sometimes took him to school. I think what’s this? Hoja stories that Rasulullah Muhammad smiled at his wife Ayesha playing piggyback. But, never mind even sometimes I help hide if Alena Shevchenko raid. Silly, she named her doll, “Sonja.” And true Azeri men never (want) to interfere with women, until.

“Papa, papa! Sonja was sick!” Malena, she pinches my arm, chuckling then leaned close to me. I just quite, damn shook my chest.

“Let papa see, oh maybe Sonja too long in the bag so she was sick.” I got carried away, but still able to be realistic.

“Papa has promised not to be mentioned that this is a doll, Sonja. For us, she is a living creature!” Malena put a face to sulk.

What is this, when the deal happen? Rather than argue my mouth said, “Well, papa was wrong.”

“Thank you, papa Sonja.” He laughed aloud at his own words, and somehow I nodded in agreement. Life is divided into four phases: step; sustenance; meeting and; death. In this case, love is a meeting, there is no love without meeting. In the point, I was reunited with accidental destiny, “Sonja” is the name of a wholly European, non-Arab nor Persian. Will the fate of my future offspring?

X

Early 1917

Love is silliness, make you do things you should not do.

Hoja stunned by my question, “Can a Muslim man to marry a Christians?” Flashed in my head, men like Hoja Nasruddin will not let it happen. People seem is a man with high integrity, and unfortunately, in this world, only a few people like him. He has been advising me almost throughout life. That is why he means to me, even I was closer to him than my parents, he is where I tell intimate secrets in my life, which I will not share with others.

“Is there no other Muslim women who attract thee, O ibn Uthman? So the choice fell on the Georgia woman?” Hoja’s face looked very sad when I shook my head.

“Legally Fiqh is permitted as long as the daulah Islamiyah,” he paused. I tried to think what the next words out of his mouth, he continued. “If it’s your wish then we will make.”

“What if my parents do not approve?”

“Let Hoja Nasruddin were explained to them.”

“What if the family Malena refuse?”

Smile joy, back in the face of Hoja, he chuckles. “Ali you are the son of Azeri, our mighty nation. We’re going to kidnap him from his family if they are against it will get rid of them forever. Whatever will I do for the wishes! You can trust to keep any secrets, closer than you save. We are friends friend. we will be there with or follow you like hounds.” Sometimes I feel Hoja is not a good religious teacher, but he is a best friend.

Thankfully, my presumption against failure is nothing more ridiculous. Everything went smoothly, Hoja arranges everything to me. I and Malena married in Madrasah Ganja, with the ordinances of Islam in accordance with the terms Hoja.

The day was so beautiful, while the world rolled under the strong wind gusts.

X

March 8 – 8 November 1917.

Stamps of Azerbaijan

The Russian Revolution begins, the Tsar abdicated. Russian Caucasus where Azerbaijan joined in fall. Administration system in which Armenian, Azerbaijan and Georgia united, has been broken. In March 1918, ethnic and religious conflicts between the Armenian-Azeri in Baku began. On May 26, 1918, after a messy problem. Azerbaijan faction withdrew and proclaimed the independence of the Democratic Republic Azerbaijan. Shortly after the outbreak of war the Armenian-Azerbaijan in the summer of 1918. The fighting itself is still continuing in Karabakh until 1919, fighting peaked up to 1920 to General Samedbey Mehmendarov expel Armenian troops from Karabakh.

March 1920

Clearly visible Soviet Russia would attack Azerbaijan. Vladimir Lenin said, “The invasion must be done because the Soviet Union would not survive without the supply of oil from Baku (capital of Azerbaijan).” I do not like politics, for me, it is all nonsense. But I fear that young pregnant Malena. I have fears of a prospective father, as appropriate. My resolve was made, we had to evacuate. Actually, I chose the Persians in the South, but Malena balks. Eastern country too foreign to him, I said that I was an Asian, and my son should be Asian. He cried and said I’m not Asian, but Azeri and our children should be a European. Finally, I relented, Melena uncle picked him to Georgia. Only she and her unborn child, I was not allowed to participate. I was Azeri, and there is no place for the Azeris in the north.

Malena holding my cheek soothingly, “Bear Ali. If the situation is improving, we will get you.” Malena goes with the last train, when all my family returned to Persia, I refuse to evacuate. I will survive.

May 1920

Russian XI Army entered Ganja, waves of red-backed army rebels Armenia and Georgia came like a flood. I, along Hasan Army Democratic Republic Azerbaijan keep the Ganja bridge entrance. Our faces covered with dust, blackened eyes from lack of sleep. The sound of trumpets and drums of alerting all soldiers. Like a beast awaiting prey XI Russian troops have faced off across the river. The desire to kill them keeps them calm and passionate. Apart from best effort to stay calm, I’m able to control my fear. They are too much!

In the middle of the day, we have a view of the enemy we have been preparing to enter. The soldiers spilled out to the bridge, I was swept with a carbine. But wave after wave came, the sky layer of dust erupted.

“Allahu Akbar!” I screamed when a bullet penetrates my shirt, I fell into the water and did not remember anything else.

May 31, 1920

Red Army entered Azerbaijan

The Democratic Republic of the Soviet Union conquered Azerbaijan. In the end, the Azeris did not surrender the independence of 1918-1920 quickly and easily. 20,000 killed fighting on the Russian conquest. And soon the Soviet Union establish Azerbaijan Soviet Socialist Republic, and easier because of the support of the majority of the Bolshevik ideology is popular among industrial workers in Baku. From that day Azerbaijan became part of the Soviet Union.

X

1 Shawal 1412 H – 4 April 1992

Last night I felt nauseous and sick. I was shivering, my body like fire roasted. I drank three pot of water and sleep. I spent the morning Eid prayer, the pain was gone, but I felt so weak and suffered a bad premonition of impending disaster. I sat down on the bed. Then I laughed, remembering the words of Alena Shevsenko.

“You are wrong to think like that. Azerbaijan is still part of the Russian empire even if the Ural mountains have been uprooted. Well, Ali on your mind it! You should be dealt with. Now Sufi pack your stuff!”

About six months ago, Azerbaijan gained independence from The Soviet Union. In the end, nothing lasts forever, not even the Soviet empire, that seemed to be thousands of years old, fell out. I am very happy to imagine, Alena Shevchenko mourns at the grave. But nothing lasts forever, words Hoja. My teacher Nashruddin Hoja.

“We are your friend. we will be there with or follow you like hounds.”

Nashruddin Hoja

He is really a hunting dog. How he came to the site of the battle and carried the wounded me through all the Red army barricade Azerbaijan penetrate into the border of Iran (Persia) and escorted me to my family to Tehran. If all the gratitude in the world should I spoke to him, then it’s not enough. After that he disappeared forever, never to be seen again. I’m trying to find him but eventually gave up. Maybe Hoja was no ordinary man, maybe he was an Aulia (saint). As Aulia nature, then it is better he is mysterious.

In Teheran Iran, I passed long years. Marry and reproduce, as an economic man I succeeded. A shoe store that I pioneered growing rapidly, but over the years it anyway I still think of Malena. The time has long passed since the incident, I imagine Malena, our children caught up in conflicts led to the most terrible. Often in a nightmare, I imagine they were trapped in the fire and how often I expect there to share the pain with them. When the Soviet Union still existed, many times I tried to get in. Unfortunately, I was identified as a rebel, and the Iron Curtain country closed to me forever. All of it is a painful memory. I kept trying to internalize it.

“Grandfathers. There’s guest.” Little Fatima entered the room, I tried to get out of bed but could not. A woman entered, accompanied by a man, from my view he is a charming thirties, his eyes the color of honey. His hair was jet black. see his heart stopped. His face reminded me of someone who I thought never would I see again, Malena.

He rushed up and hugged me, she was crying. There seemed eternal closeness created between me and him. “Grandpa introduced me, Sonja.” Sonja’s name never echoed my ears many years ago, then he wiped his eyes and introduce men next to him, “This is my husband Dimitri.”

I seemed to already know the subject, but only one word that comes out of my mouth, “Malena?”

“Yes Grandpa, I’m Sonja, grandson of Malena.” At first glance there is some relief from his face as the last revealed word, or is it just my imagination? I held her hand and stroked gently.

Sonja tells the story, his grandmother Malena, my beloved wife. Later that night arrived at Tbilisi (Georgia) and stay home from her uncle, she gave birth to our son, Kahka. Caucasus so chaotic circumstances at the time, so there is no news of Azerbaijan. Once it was safe, he tried to find out where I was. But there is no definite news, some said I had been killed at the battle of Ganja. Malena pretty eventually married again, with Joseph a secretaries Communist Party of Georgia (my heart jealous), he regretted why left me in a state of chaos. In 1960 Kahka, my son. Met with Haydar Hasan son who still lived in Azerbaijan, from Haydar known that I was saved by a crazy old man named Hoja, was carried past a hail of bullets to the south and disappeared. Malena and Kahka trying to enter Iran, but the iron curtain country closed the door. Only when the Soviet Union broke up, the door opened. Unfortunately, both Malena and Kahka were gone. Sonja as the only daughter Kahka still have hope, through the network of connections he tried to find news yourself about me, and we eventually met.

“She always remembers you,” he whispered. Tears streamed down my cheeks. “And I always remember her, never lost sight of her, and also my son, your father.”

I remember our first meeting. I was a little afraid of him because they have to sit next to the Armenians, who told Hoja behaved like a ghost.

“Time to eat!” Fatima surprise once again.

I invited Sonja and her husband to go to the dining room accompanied by Fatima. I said it would follow after a decent dress, Dimitri wanted to help me stand up but I was kidding him, “Ali Murtaza, never received the help of a Russian.” Dimitri was surprised, but I patted his back and said that I was just kidding.

After they leave, I dress the best that I have. Before exiting I prayed, “O Allah, I had the pleasure over the fate predetermined me.”

Now everything is finished. I’m glad you’re here with me. In these moments, my granddaughter Sonja.

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“We know very little about our ancestors, indeed, we could even mention their names several generations.” Ali and Malena, a love story, with background Azerbaijan during the Russian empire, the independence and the Soviet invasion. 1911-1920

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