Husaini Hasan's Childhood
When Japan occupied aceh in the second world war, that's when my life started. On 3 July 1944, my cry broke out, in a Aceh stage house in Sanggeu, Pidie. I was born as the second of six children, all of whom are male.
My mother was named Ramlah binti Thaib, the beautiful lady who had been a village flower when she lived in Lamno, Aceh Jaya. While my father was Muhammad Hasan, a successful young entrepreneur. When I was born, the atmosphere of Aceh in a state ready for war. Everywhere sirens sounded alarms. At that time, every house in Aceh built hiding holes beside or in front of their respective stage houses. For the Acehnese, we call the bunkers as kurok-kurok.
Once upon a time when sirens went off, everyone panicked, including mothers. He hurried to lift me who was crawling. His heartbeat beat quickly, along with his half-footed footsteps into the bunker. Maybe so panic, he did not realize it was just holding my legs alone. While my head dangles down, and I do not cry at all. Mother told the story proudly. For him, I am a child who is not crybaby.
I have a brother named Razali. But he died when he was only 2 years old. There is no memory and any memory in my head about Razali. Memories of grief as a child, mostly I spent with my brother, Hasballah. Because Hasballah age only two years under me.
Father and mother often tell us our differences in character and character traits. I used to be called "Tengku Leube" because of my meek, silent nature. While my brother was called "Panglima Prang" because he is active, do not want to be quiet and love to talk. Positively being a quiet and obedient, I rarely get punished as Hasballah has. However, there is one thing that makes my mother worried, because I am hard to eat. I was often left alone at the dinner table. While the others had finished eating, I was still trying to finish the food on the plate.
If calculated in the annual period, I lived with my mother only until the age of 7 years. However, all the wonderful memories of being with mom and dad are still looming in my mind. Mother is very good at cooking, even she learned to cook dutch food for us all.
Our house was at the front of the Medan-Langsa Highway Traffic Bridge. In addition to my mother, my sisters and I were also treated by Mrs. Minah. We also have two other helpers. If Mrs. Minah took care of and nurtured us, other helpers did such things as lifting water, chopping wood and other work outside the home. I still remember one of our maids had six toes (polydactili).
My brother and I were born in the midst of a family of businessmen. In Aceh, it is usually called "Toke". When children and other adults have not been wearing footwear or flip-flops, my brother and sister have been wearing ties and shoes. In fact I have a childhood photo wearing a tie and shoes, just like a picture of European children. In fact the photo was taken in the 1950s.
In 1951, we moved to sigli. At that time began the preparation of movement DI / TII (1953). There seems to be communication between my father and Tengku Muhammad Daud Beureuh, the leader of DI / TII Aceh. So he knew there would be a revolution in Aceh.
Since then, I and Hasballah have not lived with their parents anymore. We are entrusted to married couples, Pak Rahman and Bu Rosmiati (Nek Ros). It was they who took care of us as adopted children. This couple has no children, so they love and care for us like a child.
For the needs of Pak Rahman and Nek Ros. Father made an agreement with "Nek Toke" that gave his land in Blang Paseh Langsa. Nek Toke himself is actually my uwak, still has a line with us. On this land of Nek Toke in Langsa, the father built a house for Pak Rahman and gave a cow complete with his cart to withdraw the goods as an illiterate source of Mr. Rahman's livelihood. Pak Rahman is actually a "geudeu-geudeu" expert, a kind of martial arts game wrestling Aceh. He once won the county-level geudeu-gedeu game.
My life was instantaneously changed, from toke boy with all sorts of toys and surrounded by servants, now a cow-carrier carrier. But this change left a very strong impression in the history of my life. In fact I can finally take care of the cow, make it, feed and make a fireplace covered with husk to warm the cow, in order to stay healthy and strong pull carts. It could be said that my first driver's license (SIM) pulled the ox cart.
Although I became the adopted son of Pak Rahman, I went to elementary school of Muhammadiyah Langsa in the large Langsa mosque. Now this school no longer exists because of the expansion of the mosque. The curriculum at Muhammadiyah elementary school when I go to school is better than in other schools. The advantages, we are taught to write Arabic, religious lessons such as Tafsir Al-Qur'an, understanding of hadith, History of Prophet Muhammad SAW, fardhu 'ain and introduction of Islamic law (fiqh), we also taught calligraphy and write Arabic letters. At this school, I also learned how to make a qalam (pen) from a thin layer of enau leaf and then cut to the side at the end. So the size is suitable for writing calligraphy using chinese ink.
When in grade 4, we were taught English lessons. The book we used at the time, Progressive English Course. I still remember it well, lots of interesting stories in it like Beauty and The Beast, The Man with The Pipe, Tom Thumb, and others. The lessons were then taught only at Muhammadiyah schools. Other schools have not taught English, Arabic, or fardhu 'ain.
I think my father had a reason for calling me "Tengku Leube", a title that suited me very quickly and easily learned to study. It has become a tradition in Aceh, we started fardhu 'ain education when the children were able to speak. Learning to recite it began with Bismillahirahmanirrahim, then Al-Fatihah, continued learning the letter of Al-Ikhlas and gradually increased to Juz'Amma. Juz'amma is usually called the small Qur'an, or "Qur'an ubit" in the language of aceh. In addition we are taught to memorize short letters. Similarly, the practice of prayer and fasting is done gradually since childhood in all households. It is the responsibility of every Acehnese men and women who are married and have children. I remember, when I began to study alif-ba-ta from the book of Juz 'amma, then began to spell it down to "Abu tausi". From Abu tausi, I immediately jumped to read Al-Fatihah's letter and the ustad only taught me on the letter "Tabbat yada". The rest I reviewed myself until the clarity of Juz' amma. This takes place in just a few days.
As is the custom in our village, when the Qur'an khatami small and want to start a great Qur'an, should be celebrated with a little festivity. The celebration was complemented by a rice sticky rice menu as a tribute.
As I began to study the great Qur'an, the ustad only read formality only on the first juz, and it is read together. The rest, juz second to juz to 30, ustad told me to review myself. I began to study one juz a day. In short, I recited the Qur'an in less than 45 days, Alhamdulillah as the habit of studying in the village, after the Qur'anic recital was held a little merry to honor someone who has finished reading Al-Qur'an. I think it is a purpose to be happy and encouraging children to be more eager to read the Qur'an. After the Koran of the Qur'an, I studied the jawi books that began with Masa-'ilay, Bidayah to Lapan.
After the end of Lapan's book, the teacher asked me Tengku Hasan Simpang Tiga Gigieng contacted my mother and they discussed, what more books should I continue. Because I am fluent in studying and studying the book, I am a favorite pupil and often brought by ustad. I even sat beside him if there was a festivity in the village. He presented a book entitled "Fru'ul masail and qisful ghammah" for me to learn in his guidance.
At the age of 7-8 years, I participated in Quran village-level Quran contest at Matang Seulimeng, Langsa and alhamdulillah I got 1st place. I got a piece of sarong, kopiah and Al-Qur'an.
At the recitation, I was given the position as deputy cleric. If he is absent or there is an outside task, then the "rattan" command of ustad is deposited to me. Though other students have grown and much older than me. But the cleric chose to give his command rod to me. Despite my younger age, but the students in the study still appreciate me, they called me with "Tengku Abang". So during Idul Adha and Idul Fitri, the recitation friends have a tradition of gathering in my house and together Idul Fitri to the house of ustad.
Graduated from elementary school, I went to junior high school 1 Langsa. Graduating from junior high school, my uncle Abdullah Yusuf came to Langsa to pick me up and Hasballah. We were taken to Medan and lived with Uncle Ibrahim Yusuf who was the brother of Abdullah Yusuf's uncle.
Uncle Ibrahim Yusuf lives on Jalan Red Cross No. 2 Medan, precisely Beside the British Council. I stayed with him since high school to enter the Faculty of Medicine USU Medan. From the house of my uncle Ibrahim Yusuf, I moved to Jalan Jogya (Now Jalan Diponegoro) Number 4. Now my residence has been changed to Malahayati Hospital.
My memory of my father, Muhammad Hasan bin Tengku Syahbanda Yusuf or commonly called by Tengku Hasan PIM because the father of the director and owner of the CV. PIM. A company he founded in Langsa, East Aceh and has a branch in Sigli, Aceh Pidie.
In my eyes, the father of a hard-working figure. In Langsa, the father owns a paddy factory and a board behind the Langsa City Market, which is faced with the CV Adat plant belonging to Toke Ibrahim Arshad, a national Indonesian caliber entrepreneur.
In 1953, my father was a successful young merchant in his efforts, especially when he left all the glory and took part in the DI / TII struggle. In 1952, the late father also owned a shop selling cloth next to Kejora's shop, Haji Usuh on Trade Street, just on the main street of Langsa City.
We also have a gray plymouth sedan, and two trucks to carry things. The company is engaged in the supply of goods and suppliers, supplying rice, food and clothing to the rubber plantation State Plantation Company (PNP) 1.
In addition, my father also bought a sheet (processed rubber sheet) from PNP 1 and then exported to Malaysia and Singapore via Kuala Langsa port. Until now, there are still receivables CV. PIM with RI government as much as 80 ton sheet that has not paid off. Last business deal is handled by Mr. SM. Amin SH former Governor of North Sumatra and attorney Sutan Sri Dewa. I have never communicated with them. But I still have their address on Jalan Sumenep, Jakarta. The handling of these payments was complicated and frozen on the grounds of father's involvement as DI / TII rebels.
Father also has a rice plant in the railway station complex in front of Sigli City police station. The rice plant was the largest rice mill in the period and could produce 10 tons of rice within 24 hours. The millstone is 1.35 meters in diameter and 2.5 x 1.80 square meter sieve. Rice is shipped by train from Sigli Station to PNP 1 Langsa rubber plantation. Behind the yard is adjacent to our fish pond which extends to the waterfront of 10 hektare and behind Rawa street and garage of railway station.
We maintain 50000 seeds of milkfish and tiger shrimp scampt with 2 ton harvest for 5-6 months. Father also has a rubber plantation in Djambo Meuriti Pantonlabu, North Aceh. I do not remember how many thousands of rubber trees there. According to residents, all rubber trees have been destroyed, seems to have been cut down. While rubber plantation land taken away by the ruler local.
After father was shot dead and fell at the rice plant, Mobrig (later named Brimob) seized the diamond ring on his finger robbed the gloved rencong and dubbed ivory. They confiscated our rice plant and fish ponds on the grounds of rebel property. Alhamdulillah with my grandmother's spirit and expertise, Pocut Putroe from Nisam demanded to Indonesia to take back the rice plant and fish ponds.
My grandmother, the mother of the father, was a descendant of nisam from Nisam, Krueng Geukueh North Aceh, and in our village he was called Nek Langsa, or Pocut Idi for being brought home by my grandfather, Syahbandar Yusuf, as his young wife from Langsa. My grandfather was Head of Langsa Harbor and was called by the title of Syahbandar Yusuf.
All our family members were frightened, especially after the father was shot and we were branded a rebel family. But the grandmother was very brave, even came to commander Mobrig demanded back the treasures of the father they plundered. He said aloud to our brothers without any fear.
"Why should I be afraid?" My son has labored to build his business, looking for sustenance, and now he has been shot dead in his own company, my grandson is still very small, where can I let the soldiers take me so my child's possessions? shoot my son cursed by God ".
Parents: father and mother year1952. (Foto : privat dok).
My grandmother's character is typical of Acehnese heroine characters such as Tjut Nyak Dhien, Tjut Mutia, Picu Baren, Tengku Nyak in the West, and many others who dare to oppose injustice, defend their rights and battle with their husbands shoulder to war against the enemy.
My family's life history revolves as I decide to migrate to the jungle of Aceh, following the Acehnese struggle to free itself from the shackles of Indonesian colonialism. Asy-shahid, father died of being shot in his head. It should be built a monument in front of the rice plant to commemorate the martyrs of DI / ICT who are martyred in the attacks and battles there. Father left his advanced trade and replaced it with a trade with God and the triumph of the afterlife.
The submission on the first day of DI / TII in 1953 in Sigli, was conducted from the north. Father as Commander of Command carried out the attack from Lampoih Krueng and swamp through the direction of our pond and then hid inside and back of the PIM rice mill to wait for the signal. According to a report of someone who participated in the raid that the command of the attack was the first drone sound from the Padang Mosque in Sigli City. There is already an instruction to DI / TII members to hit the beduk one hour before the Fajr Prayer. God's fate, the battering drummer and the drum were struck during the Fajr Prayer. So the attack is one hour late from the time specified when the citizen wishing to pray Fajr.
What happens then? Like the Aceh proverb "Ube 'eut irang ube blang irot" means "Error a few centimeters causes damage berkilometer". The body of the father of martyrs with the martyr of DI / TII was taken to the morgue behind Sigli prison and buried in a mass grave around the morgue, precisely at Jalan Sigli Simpang Lhee (Simpang Tiga).
In the cemetery there is no information how many bodies are buried in the same hole. Some say 10 to 12 bodies. Besides Daddy, there was no information who was buried there. There is no name, let alone identity. Except for the body of our father known to Bang Gade Seuntang, the prison guard who told her mother.
Asy-shahid's father left his mother about 30 years old with five children. My father was marty when I was 9 years old. Razali died when he was 2 years old. Hasballah is 7 years old, Yuhasri 4 years, Hashimi 2 years, and Muhammad Yatim aged 5-6 months.
I know my father was martyred through the Public Pulpit newspaper shown by Bang Usuh Seuntang when selling spices at Langsa Market. That day, I passed in front of the store. Then Bang Usuh called me and hugged me tight with tears. Bang Usuh repeatedly wailing.
"My brother, my uncle Hasan has been killed by Mobrig". said Bang Usuh shows the Mimbar Umum. I picked up the newspaper with confusion and rushed home.
During that incident I lived with my foster father Pak Rahman. I show the Mimbar Umum and read out the contents. They were crying and embracing me and Hasballah.
"My lord has a blessing, your father has passed away to Rahmatullah, you are now orphaned, until Allah fate, may you be blessed and happy."
Tears streamed down their cheeks. A few days earlier I dreamed of seeing my father at the Walk of Five in a shopping street at Trade Crossroads. Dad was wearing a white coat and white pantaloons with white hats. He told me to be diligent in school. This dream is very impressive and always imagined, as if he was real in front of me. This is the last time my father met in a dream.
A year after the martyr's father, the soldiers allowed us to visit the father's grave next to Sigli prison, not far from the beach. According to Bang Gade's report, a former Sigli prison official who saw the father buried in a cemetery with 10 or 12 martyrs on the day of the Sigli assault.
Photographs of the deceased father's mother collected and then put into cans and planted. All the things about dad were hidden so as not to be known to the soldiers when our house was checked in Sanggeue. My mother was worried that the soldiers would burn down the house when they found the photo of the deceased. It is a tradition of soldiers burning the house of DI / TII leaders.
Such is the cruelty of the army against the people of Aceh. House burnings and mass killings of people have repeatedly occurred in Aceh. The Acehnese could not have forgotten the inferno and the mass killings in Pulot Cot Jeumpa, Aceh Besar, the mass shooting of civilians at Simpang KKA Aceh Utara, the murder of Tengku Bantaqiyah and his pupils in Beutong Ateuh, West Aceh, and others.
I still remember when DI / TII war in 1953, DI / TII soldiers socialized in villages and residents compact with DI / TII. This condition makes the army dare not enter the village except for one company. Every soldier who wants to operate in the village, then there are those who tell DI / TII to make preparations to intercept the army in strategic places.
In 1955, I went to school and visited my mother in Pidie. I. met Husen Sanggeue's father, a fellow soldier of the late father and he was our neighbor in Sanggeue. Husen's father was known to be fierce and tough as well as in the hands of the citizens.
While in Seuntang's shop, I saw Husen's father in a bamboo hall opposite the Tengku Syam shop at the end of Seuntang bridge. Someone whispered that I was the son of Tengku Hasan PIM.
"That's his son Hasan PIM, Husaini his name, school in Langsa."
Upon hearing the whisper, Husen's father called me
"Hi Husaini! Keunoe ka djak! Come here!" He called.
I went up to him and he told me to sit next to him. At that time I was about 10 years old, and my children my age did not dare sit next to him. Seeing that I am still reluctant, Husen's father asked me once more.
"I will give this pistol as an heirloom to you, if until your time you want to defend your father who was shot by the soldiers!"
He uttered the words and pulled out a gun. Husen's words I always remember. And it is fate God, father's history repeated to me.
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