The Nightmare of Tora-Tora

The Nightmare of Tora-Toralive. This was the weapon that made us fearless. The
priceless weapon that gave no room for the fear to
Iconquer our mind. So under the trees we sat in
1975, in Pasil, Sulu, Philippines - The sky was clear,silence...Helpless but determined. Then in another big
cloudless and crystal-like. The blazing heat of the sunpaksul again we safely hid ourselves and waited till
glittered on the riverbank. But a brief rain showerthe morning came.
forced Pindatun and I to stay under  the Wanni tree.IV
Then in a while, an awesome rainbow became visible.Everything was still fresh in my mind. The scene was
“Abdel…Abdel!" A familiar voice echoed from aas clear as babuh Insih’s enchanting  voice that
distance. It was not unusual to hear  babuh Insihechoed around as she sang the Lugu’. The food
calling me that way. Her voice disturbed the flockswas so inviting that I couldn’t  resist until I felt
that were taking time on top of the Buwahan trees.something strange in my tummy, a call of nature. So
It was louder than before.together with Pindatun, I quickly looked for a big tree
“Abs, you are called. We will just continue huntingat the backyard where I could dispose my waste.
for birds later in the afternoon," Pindatun suggested.And finally,  we made it with no interruption. I could
“But I guess it’s not yet time to eat,” Istill hear the lugu’  of babuh Insih, the sound of
exclaimed.  “Maybe she’s taking you toKulintangan and the laughter of every luruk. “Are
town,” Pindatun  explained. “Town?”you done?” Pindatun asked. “Yes!” I
She didn’t mention anything like that to me,”replied. “But there’s no water here,” I
I emphasized. “Mother told me last night that thecomplained. “Is that a problem? Look, there’s
barangay captain’s son is going to marry today. Ia lot of coffee leaves around,” Pindatun laughed.
know that she will go together with your babuhBut the feast turned bloody when a Tora-Tora
Insih,” Pindatun confirmed.swiftly passed over and dropped a bomb. At an
So I hurriedly ran to where my babuh Insih's voiceinstant, a frightening sound burst into the ground. By
came from. “I’m here!” I shouted.and by, the dust filled the air. “Lailaha Illallah!”
“You should have not gone too far from theA man shouted in the house. Pindatun and I were
house, Abdel,” babuh Insih explained. “Comevery lucky. We kept on hiding under a big Durian tree.
with me. We will go to Utoh Askali’s house. HisWe knew that many were injured...many died. That
eldest son is going to get marry today. And…I amwas the last day I heard the enchanting voice of my
invited to sing the lugu’.” She continued.babuh Insih. The voice which I sometimes hated to
IIhear whenever she told me not to hang around with
Almost all of the visitors were having fun in thatfriends. But at that moment, I missed her. I wished I
Pag-imun-imun. Everyone was there. It was so happycould turn back time but it's over.
to see familiar faces around. Pindatun was also there.V
He was carrying his father’s  Armalite. So I“Where are you going, ama?” My young boy
joined him sitting in front of a long table where nativeasked. “To the market place. Where is your
pastries were served such as; Bang-Bang Hantak,ina?” I inquired. “She’s in the
Sasagun, Bawlu, Panganan, Durul, Jah, Pitis, Daral,neighborhood. Aren’t you coming with us,
Pasung, Jualan and many others. We ate some and Iama?” My son continued.  “Why, where do
noticed that each of us was given three glasses ofyou plan to go with your inah, Salih?” I
beverage. The first glass  was filled with coffee, theinvestigated. “To the next street. The counselor
second was filled with tea and the third was filledis going to celebrate his son’s pagkawin
with water.today.” Salih explained.
Later, the parkalah was full of luruk coming from theVocabulary Guide
neighborhood. Many of them were armed men. EachAgong – is different from a typical royalty gong.
of them carried a gun. But it was no longer new toIt is a basin-like metal musical instrument usually hit at
my sight. Women glittered in colorful outfits withthe back to produce sound.ama - means
very  exaggerating pieces of jewelry which I wasfatherbabu’ – means  auntbang-bang –
so sure were made of gold.“Look Abs, thosemeans biscuit or pastry
ladies are going to dance the Pangalay. Let’s goBatawi – is a blouse usually accentuated with
closer and take a look,” Pindatun invited.artistic  golden or silver buttons called
Three ladies in colorful Sawwal and Batawi danced‘Tambuku’ by the natives .
gracefully. They were accompanied by a traditionalBawlu – is one of the Tausug pastries similar to a
music played by four men who were sitting side bycup cake.
side. A beautiful sound of kulintangan, tabungguh,Buwahan - means lanzones
gandang and agong blended together.  Few minutesDaral – is one of  the Tausug pastries made of
later, a man walked around the ladies and put orgrated coconut meat cooked with brown sugar and
clipped some paper bills on their shoulder as a formwrapped with a lumpia-like wrapper.
of appreciation for a good performance. He wasDurul –is one of the Tausug pastries. It is soft
Datu Al-Mujiv, the groom. It was followed by hisand black in appearance wrapped with dry Banana
father and brothers. Then, some of the luruk also didleaves varying in sizes.
the same.Hantak – is one of the Tausug biscuits  rolled in
IIIwhite sugar.
“Abdel,” a voice called me. But this time, itIna – means mother
was a man’s voice. “We have to leave thisJah – is one of the Tausug pastries made of rice
place as soon as possible. The military are  headingflour with sugar. It is deep- fried in artistic way
to this place.” Pindatun reported. “But whereshaped into a cigarette-like. In Luuk, it is shaped like a
are we going? It’s too dark out there. Whytriangle.
don’t we just sleep in this paksul and wait till theJuwalan – is fried Banana split.
morning comes?” I explained. “There’sKulintangan – is a musical instrument composed
no time to argue, Abdel. Everyone is movingof round metal  plates    arranged on strings
now,” Pindatun emphasized. “We have toaccording to size supported by a boat-like wooden
leave this place. Let’s go!” babuh Insihstand.
declared. I was so reluctant to come out of theLugu’ – is a chant usually sung during
paksul. We only had lingered in it for a while and itMauluddin Nabi to celebrate the birth of Prophet
was too tiresome moving from one place to another.Mohammad (S.A.W.).
It seemed like an endless caravan with no definiteLuruk- means visitor
destination. My feet almost swelled with pain thatPag imun- imun – means gathering
night. And so  was my stomach. I was still sittingPagkawin – means wedding
with my back leaning against the wall of  thePaksul - is a deep excavation  usually found
un-concrete dark and smelly paksul. “Get out ofunderneath a house where natives hide to keep
it now! They are coming closer….Hurry!”themselves safe from gunshots or any bomb blast.
Pindatun urged. Suddenly a big blast broke the silencePangalay – is a native dance in Sulu  usually
that night jerking every corner of the place. It wasassisted by musical background of Kulintangan, Agong
followed by another terrifying sound  that  cutand Tabunggu’ when performed. Now, musical
several  Coconut trees. The tapahan were blazing inbackground is available in CDs.
fire. Houses were destroyed. In my mind, I could seePanganan- is one of the Tausug pastries made of
a giant demon amidst  the blazing fire. A demon whoroast corn flour mixed with common flour and sugar
devours anything or anyone he encounters in hisrolled in different  stylish  shapes. It is usually black
way. The sight was so frightening. And I couldn’tin appearance.
remember how I managed to jump out of that deepPanyam- is one of the Tausug pastries  made of
excavation when another bomb was dropped byrice flour with sugar and natural flavoring usually
that scarry aircraft.  And before the third bombcomes from Durian. It is deep fried in different 
exploded,  I found myself running toward thesizes. The largest panyam is found in Luuk.
darkest jungle. There… I saw a number of peopleParkala’ – means occasion
fleeing to the same direction….Shivering….trembling.Pasung – is one of the Tausug pastries made of
And though it wasn’t easy to recognize anyone,rice flour with sugar wrapped with Banana leaves in
I knew they were families who left  their homescone shape and steamed. The color varies. It  is
and property. The horrible sound of the fatalbrown if brown sugar is used. It is white if white
weapons continued. “Run…Run!” An old mansugar is used.
from the group shouted vigorously. In fear andPitis – is one of the Tausug pastries made of
confusion, he ran away while shouting "Allahu Akbar!special black rice flour called ‘Putan’ with
Allahu Akbar!". At my age, I thought he got a goodsugar and coconut milk wrapped with Banana leaves.
idea in doing that. But in no time, he fell down andSasagun- is one of the Tausug biscuit made of
died....Helpless.  So everyone sat down incommon flour and corn flour with sugar which when
silence...Wishing that it was over. Wishing that angelseaten easily melts in the mouth.
would come to save us...but, there was none. AngelsSawwal- is a loose square pants of varied colors
were deaf and blind that night. In my mind, as Iusually worn during Muslim holidays and wedding.
looked at the stars in the sky and listened to the cryTabunggu’- is a musical instrument made of
of the hungry children, I supposed that God was fastwooden tube-like  of which the upper and the lower
asleep for prayers were not answered either. Onlyparts are covered with animal hide usually of cow
the hope itself remained as the weapon inwhich when hit produce sound.
everyone's heart. The hope to survive. The hope to