{"id":6497,"date":"2026-03-16T14:52:37","date_gmt":"2026-03-16T06:52:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bangsamororeview.com\/main\/?p=6497"},"modified":"2026-03-16T15:06:03","modified_gmt":"2026-03-16T07:06:03","slug":"before-it-belongs-to-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bangsamororeview.com\/main\/before-it-belongs-to-the-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Before it belongs to the world"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Nathara Mugong<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I sat by the pantan, pen in hand,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aaaa<\/span>beside me, Kakah holding her silence.<\/p>\n<p>In that quiet,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">a<\/span>the sea spoke first\u2014<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">a<\/span>in the creak of wood,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">a<\/span>in the wind threading through the ropes,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">a<\/span>in the tired hands that had known<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">a<\/span>the water longer than words.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTeinga leh nu mag tagna?\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>How do you begin?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cMba,\u201d she said. <em>I don\u2019t.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cNi lagaran leh ku tatammu leh pallat ya labayan na padeyom,&#8221;<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>I wait for the salt to find its way in,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cMba kow ka igal subey du ya gaba paloros min lapis kuwit nu.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>You cannot dance until the tide flows beneath your skin.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cBang aku song-song usik, wal kulluk du ya,\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>If I move too soon, it is only a form,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cBang lagaran ku sampey aku ponno, minjari ya kissa.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>If I wait until I am full, then it becomes a story.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>My eyes fell on the page\u2014<br \/>\nwhite, unyielding,<br \/>\nwaiting for what I could not yet name.<\/p>\n<p>Ni sulayan leh ku ni saggow dilaut ma saga bissara,<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>I try to catch the sea in languages,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>sah saga himungmungan bate na saga key-key<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>but the words are like empty shells.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Kakah smiled.<br \/>\nShe lifted her palm to the sky,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>curving like a wave,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>paused just before it breaks.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSabab pasal\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>that is because,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cyani sulat leh nu ya bohe.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>you are writing about the water.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cPaharok.\u201d <em>Stop.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cKissahun angan mag napas ma deyo ta.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>Feel the reef breathing beneath us.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cKissahun paddi ya selopen ma ungus.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>Feel the ache of plastic in the sand.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cKissahun lihan lepa umbo nu.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>Feel the ghost of your grandfather\u2019s boat.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cPakarulin paharok ma asangnu sampey agon ngamanas takissa nu\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>Let it sit in your lungs until it burns.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>She moved her wrist\u2014<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>a circle, a ripple,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>the lift of a wing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBey bowa ku igal iti min subu,\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>I carried this dance all morning.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cIti ya buhat ma baha ku.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>A weight in my shoulders.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa limbung ma laha ku.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>A secret in my blood.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cTenaan, ni palappa na adja leh ku.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>Now, I am only letting it out.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I closed my eyes.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">a<\/span>Stopped looking at the horizon.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">a<\/span>Listened to my heart<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aaa<\/span>keeping time with the waves.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSubey dusab maka bakat-atey diki-diki.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>It has to hurt a little,<\/em> I said, my pen touching the page.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAtawa subey dusab maka uli diki-diki.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>Or it has to heal a little,<\/em> she replied,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>arms wide enough to hold the sea.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMaingkan subey kau ya rapu dahu humbo ya dunya.\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>But it must be yours first before it belongs to the world.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cPasorun ni deyom baran nu,\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>Absorb it fully into your body,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cpaluwasun min tangan nu\u201d<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aa<\/span>release it through your hands.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>May you always<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aaaa<\/span>be open enough to feel<br \/>\nand your hands<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">aaaa<\/span>bold enough to create.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nathara Mugong I sat by the pantan, pen in hand, aaaabeside me, Kakah holding her silence. 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