{"id":5708,"date":"2025-08-04T11:13:13","date_gmt":"2025-08-04T03:13:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bangsamororeview.com\/main\/?p=5708"},"modified":"2025-08-04T11:13:13","modified_gmt":"2025-08-04T03:13:13","slug":"where-the-sea-remembers-tawi-tawi-and-its-longing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bangsamororeview.com\/main\/where-the-sea-remembers-tawi-tawi-and-its-longing\/","title":{"rendered":"Where the Sea Remembers, Tawi-Tawi and its Longing"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nathara Mugong<\/p>\n

\u201cPasalan yadu kabilahian ku, moleh na aku, moleh ni kau.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

At six in the morning, the sterile hum of the airport felt like a cruel soundtrack to my internal struggle. A powerful current seemed to pull me backward, as returning home after college was the last thing I desired. However, as I reluctantly navigated this journey back, I began to feel a different, subtle, yet insistent pull. It was more than just fate; Tawi-Tawi awaited me. This unexpected pause in my life urged me to confront my own vulnerable evolution, and in doing so, I rediscovered my connection to the place I considered home.<\/p>\n

While Tawi-Tawi is regarded as a faraway escape or a place of uncertainty, for those nurtured by its shores, it is an intrinsic part of being, a homesickness that shapes one\u2019s identity. Understanding Tawi-Tawi, then, requires grasping a sort of longing, a culturally significant sentiment knitted into the past, articulated through its artistic expressions, and demonstrably reflected in the lives of its people and in external perceptions.<\/p>\n

Looking back from where I stand now, it was the instability of our pantan<\/em> that reminded me home isn’t always a solid ground. It was a silent tremor beneath my feet, a precursor to the many shifts yet to come. For years, I\u2019ve been pursing dreams, many of which were born from the very landscapes of my hometown. Each morning on my way to school, I can still vividly recall myself looking out to the horizon, my mind wandering between the simple things and the seemingly impossible aspirations: touching the clouds, enjoying store-bought ice cream and fried chicken, and having the connectivity offered by smartphones.\u00a0But more than anything, I was drawn to the mystery beyond the Bud Bongao. It seemed to promise endless possibilities, and I yearned to uncover them. Looking back, I understand this wasn’t just a quest for comforts, but a longing to be in a wider world, even if it meant stepping away from what I knew. And, in a beautiful paradox, that journey led me to a richer sense of where I belonged.<\/p>\n

A glint of sudden feeling revived those receding memories.\u00a0There I was, reciting my poems and singing “Susulan Tawi-Tawi”<\/em> at the National Museum in Zamboanga.\u00a0It was as if all these long-held sensations, like the island itself, were calling out to me.\u00a0In that moment, I realized that the yearning expressed in my verses was not solely mine.\u00a0It exists as a deeply rooted cultural expression, an intangible legacy passed down through generations.\u00a0Our story, built on a complex past, is one of longing born from our culture, persisting despite the scars of conflict, yet holding onto the hope for peace and belonging.<\/p>\n

This cultural longing pulsates in the music and dances across our islands.\u00a0Tausug and Sama songs speak of journeys and missing loved ones.\u00a0Hainun’s compositions, for instance, capture the sadness of separation caused by social barriers.\u00a0These barriers, stemming from rigid social hierarchies that sometimes divided communities, made love and connection across social strata a source of yearning.\u00a0Even the stories behind our popular songs reflect this longing.\u00a0“Susulan Tawi-Tawi”<\/em> is said to have been written by an American soldier for a maiden he met, later evolving into a traditional serenade.\u00a0The classic song “Baleleng”<\/em> asserts that even the distance of Tawi-Tawi cannot spoil connection.\u00a0Though originating from different circumstances, both “Susulan Tawi-Tawi”<\/em> and “Baleleng”<\/em> convey a love that surpasses distance, suggesting that waiting only intensifies affection.\u00a0That line in “Baleleng,” “Bang kaw bunnal ba Leleng matuyu, urul kaw ba Leleng pamalayu,”<\/em> essentially means, “If you really want me, my dear, you will follow me no matter how far.”<\/p>\n

Beyond songs, our dances, with their intricate movements, also tell stories of longing\u2014for a good catch from the sea, for the joy of togetherness, for healing, and for spiritual connection.\u00a0The fluid motions of Igal<\/em> mirror the flight of birds or the flow of water, expressing a longing for harmony with nature.\u00a0However, this natural human desire takes on a subdued tone when we recall the tragic events of our past.<\/p>\n

The story of my aunt, Sofia Mirkusin and Maj. Eduardo Martelino drifts through our family’s memory, often tinged with a strange unease. Camp Sofia in Simunul stands as a silent testament to their intertwined past. Elders recount Maj. Martelino’s gifts to Sofia\u2014offerings made against a backdrop of rising tensions that cast a dim light on their supposed relationship. Was it love, or merely a strategic maneuver, a political gesture disguised as affection? Theirs is a story from an era marred by forced separations and violence, where mutual love seems conspicuously absent, overshadowed by the looming threat of conflict and Martelino’s military agenda. The 1968 Jabidah massacre, the killing of young Moro men, left a wound in the region, stirring a great yearning for justice and peace. Though rooted in reality, their story occasionally reads like a half-remembered dream, a fiction constructed from strands of fact and implied coercion. Yet, this narrative, alongside our basic human need for love, belonging, and authentic connection, resonates with a deep, if unsettling, truth.<\/p>\n

Furthermore, to actually understand our longing, one must acknowledge our attachment to the sea, how paramount it is, both a source of life and a force to be feared.\u00a0It provides sustenance, connects islands, and governs daily life.\u00a0Yet, it has also caused unimaginable grief and loss.\u00a0The sea\u2019s unpredictability has claimed lives in heartbreaking ways, as it did with my own grandparents in a boat accident.\u00a0The conceding thought that the sea both sustains us and can take everything away adds another layer to our longing.\u00a0It is not merely a desire for peace and stability on land, but also an awareness of the fragility of life on the very waters that sustain us.\u00a0This duality of bounty and tragedy shapes our narrative in Mindanao.<\/p>\n

Besides our own stories and history, some publications depict Tawi-Tawi as a peaceful, untouched paradise.\u00a0However, a closer examination of these descriptions reveals a deeper understanding of the human condition\u2014an ability to evoke empathy, inspire poetic expression, and touch the hearts of those who truly immerse themselves in the islands, which have witnessed countless stories of love, loss, and resilience.<\/p>\n

Literature can offer this sense of presence. I found myself resonating with Arlo Nimmo’s “Songs of Salanda,” a book that covers his anthropological fieldwork among the Sama Bajau, specifically around Tawi-Tawi in the 1960s. Its concepts of cross-cultural understanding and the redemptive value of cultural immersion enthralled me, emphasizing how essential empathy is for bridging cultural divides, which speaks directly to the nature of longing.\u00a0Nimmo’s work illustrates how an outsider can also develop a longing for Tawi-Tawi, a longing born not of direct heritage, but of engagement.\u00a0I was most affected by the struggles for survival and the connections that arose from them; these raw accounts have stayed with me long after reading.\u00a0Almost every chapter served as a reminder of life’s brevity and the importance of cherishing each moment, to practice kindness, express gratitude, and perhaps find the courage to say goodbye when it is time to let go.\u00a0Reflecting on those memories now feels like revisiting fragments of a distant dream, a bittersweet reminder of the passage of time and the relentless flow of life.<\/p>\n

Similarly, the Tawi-Tawi I remembered so well sometimes felt narrow and farther away.\u00a0This feeling of home changing, of being both familiar and strange, made me curious about how others saw and experienced Tawi-Tawi.\u00a0This feeling of missing a past that might be idealized in our minds is really what this longing for Tawi-Tawi is about\u2014a personal and shared longing for a place we imagine as simpler, more connected, and more grounded.<\/p>\n

To explore these varied perspectives, I posed a simple but telling question: \u201cHow did Tawi-Tawi make you feel?\u201d\u00a0The responses, often quiet and thoughtful from those fortunate enough to have visited, hinted at a sense of missing it, a longing for the slower, easier pace of island life.\u00a0One friend described the air as “hindi malagkit”<\/em> (not sticky), while a researcher found the pace of life to be “laid-back.”\u00a0My teacher often spoke of the incomparable beauty of the beaches and sand.\u00a0Another person raved about the “cheap, fresh and delicious food.\u201d\u00a0These feelings suggest a longing for comfort, peace, and solitude, something many of us crave in our busy lives.\u00a0Interestingly, I also received responses that were simply, \u201cit\u2019s just okay.\u201d\u00a0This neutral response might indicate a lack of deep engagement or different priorities, demonstrating that individual experiences shape the intensity of our longing for a place.<\/p>\n

Perhaps it is this reminiscence that sustains Tawi-Tawi’s enduring fascination for so many who have encountered it.\u00a0It is a place that captures the disposition, a destination that whispers of refuge from the demands of everyday life, where simplicity is evident, resilience is ingrained, and the marks of struggle are softened by time.\u00a0But to those of us who unconditionally claim it as home, Tawi-Tawi is not merely a place to explore and read about; it is an integral part of our hearts, a constant source of inspiration, and a lifelong longing for the land where our stories began.<\/p>\n

What are the things we see, hear, and feel that create this longing?\u00a0It begins with the mesmerizing turquoise waters, always welcoming, their gentle sound reaching even under our houses and pantan.<\/em>\u00a0The powdery white sand that soothes tired feet, the breathtaking coral reefs teeming with life, and the sunsets that paint the sky in unimaginable colors\u2014these are the images that remain with us, even across vast distances.\u00a0The scent of salt and earth, the captivating rhythms of the gabbang, kulintang, organ,<\/em> and ambak-ambak<\/em> that fill our celebrations, the sincere and unconditional kindness of the locals, the vibrant colors of their traditional clothes at every special occasion, the age-old customs that connect families, and the unhurried pace of life\u2014these are the constant and comforting reminders of the simple home we carry within us, a home we may have left, but one that lives on inside.<\/p>\n

I am reminded of pagpatabowa<\/em>, our tradition of giving gifts to visitors when they depart, especially if it is their first time or they do not visit often.\u00a0One such instance is when my cousin left, and we gave her sulindang<\/em>, sabley<\/em>, and other tokens of our affection.\u00a0This spirit of giving extends beyond farewells, as demonstrated by how Inah would thoughtfully send bang-bang<\/em> and other items to my friends in Zamboanga City.\u00a0I reflect on times I have done the same, perhaps unconsciously.\u00a0This act of generosity, so prevalent in us, exemplifies the spirit of community that defines our region and fuels our longing for it.<\/p>\n

As I watched a small boat cut a silver path across the water, the setting sun turning the sky into a vast canvas of oranges and purples, I knew this was my final moment on the shores of Simunul. A sense of peace mixed with the sadness of leaving again settled over me. There were no words that could capture the weight of this feeling or the essence of this place. Tawi-Tawi, I realized, is not something to be explained; it’s an experience to be felt and embraced.<\/p>\n

Tawi-Tawi will forever possess a magic, a place I fervently hope will always belong first and foremost to its people, safeguarding its spirit and nurturing countless more beautiful stories that unfold along its beloved islands and shores. It’s this hope, this dream for the future, that makes the longing a little easier to bear, giving it purpose and the promise of return.<\/p>\n

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