Showing posts with label Literary Inscription. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literary Inscription. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

The Maguindanao Tale of the Faithful Wife

(1)   Once there lived in the Sultanate of Bandiamasir an aged man who had an only son. They lived comfortably together until the time came for the boy to marry. He loved a girl from the same town but before he could make any arrangements, his father fell ill and was soon near death. He called his son to him and said “My son, never marry a balo (widow) but a raga (young lady).”

(2)   After his father died, the son made up his mind to find the meaning of his father’s advice and forthwith married a raga. But he married two other women as well: a balo and bituanem (divorce). As all three lived harmoniously together he kept puzzling over the advice left to him by his father.

(3)   One day a new Sultan ascended the throne as the old one had died. This new Sultan turned loose his magnificent rooster and then proclaimed that whoever touched it would be killed.

(4)   When the son heard of this decree he was very glad because now he had a way of testing his father’s advice. He caught the royal rooster and brought it home. Then he called his three wives, showed them the rooster and said: “Kill the rooster and cook it for my dinner.”

(5)   The three women turned pale when they realized the meaning of what he said. The balo and the bituanem immediately refused and hurriedly left the house, not wanting to be implicated in the crime.

(6)    The raga took the rooster, killed it and served it to her husband.


(7)   Then he knew what his father meant by his dying words. Only the raga could be faithful.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

While I Fast

By: lahipan

the day seemed shortened
by roles to portray and
quizzes to study
amidst an empty stomach

but, the day is longer
with too little work
for it leaves me counting—
two hours, nineteen minutes
left and counting only
draws me closer to a happiness

draws me closer to the kitchen
where I see Inah
boil water for soup, as she puts out
the baulu, and wadjit
from its hiding place

one hour and counting
draws me closer to a table
dressed in rainbow colored
little delicacies. i am counting
how many putli mandi to eat as my
grumbling stomach count with me

half an hour left, and strangely
i am counting men, women
and children whose empty stomachs
protest beyond sunset.
Without a choice, hunger accompanies
Them through night and day.

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Baulu: A Tausug pastry similar to a cupcake
Wadjit: glutinous rice cooked in coconut cream and brown sugar, usually
purple in color. It’s extra delicious when added with a durian or durian jam.
Putli Mandi: sweet rice balls filled with coconut shreds bathed in brown sugar

Sunday, May 15, 2016

The Call

By: Everlyn Jaji

I could only remember
the softness of pillow,
the wind from the electric fan
finding its way through my pajamas
and the night
whose darkness never fails to drown
tired men and women to slumber—
before my eyelids
weakened by the day
shut
in peace.

And in the tranquil of the night
my soul is satisfied that it had hours
of visits to places and people
until

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…

It is the voice
from the nearby Masjid
mixing with the night air
penetrating through the windows
signaling the beginning of dawn.

Hayya ‘alas-Salah…

Prayer? But, the whispers tell me
the night is still long and my soft pillow
need not be abandoned this early.
Yes, still an hour before sunrise
Maybe, just a little more…

As-Salatu khairum minan-nawm…

my eyelids pulled open
as if the call became right beside my ears
my yearning for forgiveness
and for a day started with that meeting
also awoken

And thus, my body
parts from the inviting comforts of sleep
in search for the purifying water.

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Allahu Akbar: Allah is Great
Masjid: Arabic word for the place of worship of the Muslims
Hayya ‘alas-Salah: Come to Prayer
As-Salatu khairun minan-nawm: Prayer is better than sleep


Sunday, May 1, 2016

Sorry Kuya


By: Mr. Falfaza 

Nakatambay lang ako lagi noon sa isang kanto kaharap ng Ateneo
‘Di naman umiinom ng alak, ‘di rin naninigarilyo
Hilig ko lamang magpalipas ng oras dati
Hanggang isang araw sa klase ay may kakaibang nangyari

Huli na naman ako dumating sa asignaturang Filipino
Sa bandang likod na tuloy ako pinaupo ng aming guro
Buti na lang at ‘di na ako nagreklamo
Sapagkat, katabi ko na pala ang diwatang inaasam ng aking puso

Unti-unti ako nagsimulang magbago
Kahit sa mala palengkeng klase nami’y nakikinig na rin ako
At sa malignong guro’y malinis na rin ang tainga palagi
Habang patagong nagmamasid sa mala diyosang bini-bini

Wala man sa aking bukabularyo’y pinag-aralan ko ang asignatura
Todo-todong pawis sa gabi mula ulo hanggang paa
Sinikap kong umasta bilang isang matalinong estudyante
Kahit may topak sa kokote ay naging aktibo sa oral recitation ng klase

Bagamat desperado akong maagaw ang atensyon niya
Halos walang suliraning hindi ko kinaya para sa kanya
Sumpain ma’y nilamon ko na yata lahat ng aking hiya
Mapatawa ko lamang ang puso ng aking sinisinta

Isang araw ay sinubukan kong pormahan ang iskolar na dalagita
Sa mga ngiti pa lang niya’y inakala kong si Kristine Hermosa
Nabighani rin ako sa kanyang mahiwagang boses
Kapag kausap siya’y para bang ka duet ko si Regine Velasquez

Tila pinana ni Kupido ang aking puso
Wala pang Valentine’s Day eh na heart-attack na ako
Parang lahat na lang sa paligid ay nagiging perpekto
Kapag nasa tabi siya’y bigla-bigla ko na lang nasisilayan ang paraiso

At makalipas ang ilang maliliwanag na linggo
Na full-charge na rin ang loob ng matiyagang binatilyo
Inilahad na rin sa wakas ang lihim na nadarama
Subalit, nang makausap si dalaga’y biglang na low-bat ang makina

Edad nami’y isang taon lang naman ang agwat
Diyos ko naman at bakit ba sa katotohan, isip niya’y ‘di roon namulat?
Dumilim tuloy ang dating mga mapuputing ulap sa itaas
At pinaulanan ako ng isang katutak na malas

Hindi ko natiis mabaliw ang aking loob
Sa isang pambihirang rason na mapangutya ang buod
Muntik na akong matunaw sa aking narinig
Dahil sa mga nagbabagang salitang ibinuga ng kaniyang bibig

Animo’y sampung taon ang aking itinanda
Nang sabihin ba naman ng loka-loka sa akin habang nakapikit-mata
“Bata pa po kasi ako Kuya, sana maintindihan mo.”
Nag-apoy na rin tuloy ako at nagliyab ng “Pagsure day uy! Over kaayu!”