*Note this poem is in Maguindanaon

So limu, lilini na makatingguma

Na makauyag sa tademan

a mapaet

Endu makanggay sa salig, apas

Ow  mana bu ka pamakikinegeng tanu

Na kasabutan tanu man e ngini kaulad kasla nu dungya

So limu, lilini na makatingguma

Na makasigay a makatayaw siya kanu kinabpapalak kinadtatankaya tanu

Makalandaw kanu alung-alung nu mga alwak tanu

Pabila ka makauma den siya kanu kahadapan tanu

Na mabaluy a makauyag kanu uyag-uyag tanu

So limu, lilini na makatingguma

Siya kanu kinapamalinpapak nin

Na mapananawag nin so kawalaw tanu

Na niya husto na niya tanu kadsulamigan na

Su bantang

So limu, lilini na makatingguma

A menggay sa langun a nataratanto sa leka

Endu  langun a nataratanto sa leka a maaden mabaloy

Sa daden makagkibil lun

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English Version

Love will arrive,

It will bring back old memories

Of pain

Of hope

If we dare listen to it

We will know how big the world truly is

Love will arrive,

It will shine a light on our exile

Cast away the shadows of our souls

When it comes into our sight

It will lead us into life

Love will arrive,

On feathered wings

It will call out our bravery

And we must choose

The cost

Love will arrive,

Will you give all that you are

And all that you will ever be

To truly be free

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*Maguindanao or Maguindanaon is an Austronesian language spoken by majority of the population of Maguindanao province in the Philippines. It is also spoken by sizable minorities in different parts of Mindanao such as the cities of Zamboanga, Davao, and General Santos, and the provinces of North Cotabato, Sultan Kudarat, South Cotabato, Sarangani, Zamboanga del Sur, Zamboanga Sibugay, as well as Metro Manila. This was the language of the historic Sultanate of Maguindanao, which existed before and during the Spanish colonial period from 1500–1888.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Traslation by

Forester SANGGACALA R. ABDULA

Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright ©

Forester SANGGACALA R. ABDULA

Inspired by Biraddali description in Voices from Sulu A Collection of Tausug Oral Traditions. Rixhon. 2010.

Biraddali Illustration and Color by Alexa Garde
Website: Lexa.us

*Note this story is in Maguindanaon

“Kaka, mapakay a idual engka i sabun a nan?”

“Uway mambu.”

Di ku katawan entertain i pedtindeg a nan a babay sa sangulan ku, ugaid katawan ku a benal a kena i nan i suled ku a babay. Tu pan i kinailay ku sa lekanin sa pangagian sa nakalepas a kutika endu di manggula i magagan a benal i kinambalingan nin. Wagib a katantu ku a di ku sekanin mapaangel a benal, entain i pakakataw sa ngin a balangan na manginggilek i makasulut sa palas na katiwalayan ku.

“Pina, enduken ka sangat i kalimeng engka? Masu kena den benal a pedtalu.”

“Padtaday ka den, pagitungen ku bu i pantag sa nganin-nganin.”

“Na uway pabila pidtalu nengka.”

Da madakel a kapamilian a kana laki sia. Masu katawan ku ngin inia. Tatap a pedtaluan kami ni tua babay sa manga tudtulan na encanto sa dalem a kayu na Bantungon. Napagitung ku na su mapamili ku bu na i kaawa.

“Balapantag ku den a lemu.”

“Tantu ka Pina? Wagi a labi ta embitiala, Ka masu di ta den pakadtanggunuta dua.”

“Labi a madakel i penggulan ku sa walay.”

“Pedsanggilan aku nengka.”

Su engkanto minebpun a midtulik sa buntal nin endu sa manga buk sa taligkudan ku na midtindeg. Midsambi bun su suara nin endu di den sekanin pamamantag sa kapagakal nin sa laki. Inawan ku den i pamipian sa lagilayan endu midtalaguy sa malengkas sampay sa walay.

Masu di aku nin pedtundugen, a mapia a tanda i nan. Midtulik aku sa langit endu magan den i kapedsedep nu senang, Ya temu da ku den pamamantag i kutika a lu pan sa engkanto.

“Kaka, kaka mebpun aku den keman saguna?”

Kimapet aku sa laleb ku, ugaid na napagitung ku na sa kutika na kauma na suled ku a babay. Su tidtu ku a suled a babay. Mingginawa aku endu mingemen-gemen. Napasad den su batalu.

“Oh Uping, di aku nengka palityalan sa ngin i nanggula.”

“Ngin i nanggula kaka?”

“Lu aku sa lagilayan endu aden nailay ku a kabuntal engka”

“Katawan ku.”

“….Ngin?”

“Di mapia i kaawa sa da pagetaw nin.”

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English Version

“Ate, could you hand me the soap please?”

“Sure.”

I don’t know who the woman standing in front of me is, but I sure as hell know it isn’t my sister. I just saw her off to school a few hours ago and there’s no way she could have come back this fast. I have to make sure that I don’t upset her too much, who knows what kind of monster can wear the guise of my family.

“Pina, why are you so serious? You don’t seem to be talking much.”

“It’s fine, just thinking about things.”

“Okay if you say so.”

There aren’t many choices for me here. I think I know what this is. Lola always told us stories of encanto in the woods of Bantungon. I think that the only choice I have is to leave.

“I think I need to go.”

“Are you sure Pina? We should talk more, I don’t think we spend enough time together.”

“There are more errands that I have to do at home.”

“Are you trying to avoid me.”

The engkanto starts to get a look on her face and the hairs on my back stand on end. Her voice changes as well and I don’t think she’s concerned about tricking me anymore. I leave the laundry by the brook and run as fast as I can back home.

She doesn’t seem to be following me, which is a good sign. I look up and it’s almost sunset, I must not have paid attention to the time while with the engkanto.

“Ate, ate should I start with dinner now?”

I clutch my chest, but then I remember it’s around the time my sister comes home. My real sister. I breathe and smile. The ordeal is finally over.

“Oh Uping, you won’t believe what happened to me.”

“What’s wrong ate?”

“I was by the brook and I saw someone that looked exactly like you”

“I know.”

“….What?”

“It isn’t nice to leave without saying goodbye.”

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**Maguindanao or Maguindanaon is an Austronesian language spoken by majority of the population of Maguindanao province in the Philippines. It is also spoken by sizable minorities in different parts of Mindanao such as the cities of Zamboanga, Davao, and General Santos, and the provinces of North Cotabato, Sultan Kudarat, South Cotabato, Sarangani, Zamboanga del Sur, Zamboanga Sibugay, as well as Metro Manila. This was the language of the historic Sultanate of Maguindanao, which existed before and during the Spanish colonial period from 1500–1888.

*This story is not “word for word” or “translated literally” since there are English words that has no exact equivalent in Maguindanaon language. It was translated as to how an old Maguindanaon would re-tell the story. But nonetheless, the content and dialogue in the original and the translated version are all the same.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Traslation by Datu Hashim
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © Datu Hashim

Inspired by “The Encanto at Baguntod” in Philippine Folk Literature: The Legends. Eugenio. 2002.

Engkantada Illustration by Ysa Peñas
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*Note this story is in Maguindanaon

Sa inia inged a migkasela su tua mama ku, sa apia entain na di kapakayan embitiala sa magabi.

“Kakineg ku pan su uni na guyudan a putaw nin,” pidtalu na tua mama ku.

Kapegkasela a kaped sekanin na bida. Kanu kutika a wata kami pan endu pegumbal kami sa uni sa magabi edtalaguy sekanin sa lekami endu tantu a kena makaingel, di pegumbal sa ingel sa ginawa nin.

Tatap a pedsendit aku sa kapegidsa sa enduken.

Sa nan a inged pebpawang intu sa magabi, pegketengen nin su guyudan a putaw nin. Su guyudan na napenu sa takembangan nu nauna a pimbunu nin.

“Su manga manusia a di mataw papedtelen sa ngali nilan.”

Sa ukit a kinapanudtul nu tua mama sa tudtul, Natawan ku a aden kaped nin a nabunu lu. Da nin embitiala i ped, ugaid isa kutika, sa magabi sa kinatulug nin na kakineg ku sekanin.

“Ernesto, suled ku a Ernesto, tagak ka sekanin.”

Pidtalu nin sa laki na minukit sa walay nilan. Su suled nin na mawalaw endu babal, katig nin na di kalabian. Su kabenal na kangudan na mabagel sa dalem nin.

“Inenggat nin su manginggilek endu binayadan nin i alaga.”

Su Tua mama ku na tatap a pedtalus pantag sa alaga.  Sa panun intu a nganin-nganin a nabayadan pabila naukit intu. Da ku katuntayi i ngin a benal intu sampay sa inipatuntay nin.

“Da bun intu sa lekitanu a su manginggilek kimua bu sa nyawa, ugaid kinua nin su nganin-nganin a su kamatayan bu wagib a pedtalima.”

Su suled ni tua mama ku naawa su nyawa sa intu.

Saguna, Di aku a benal pebparitiaya sa nganin-nganin mana su nyawa endu manginggilek a pegkikineg sa magabi, ugaid kamudian na kinabpatay ni tua mama minebpun su manga uni.

Kakineg ku su manga takembangan a pebpupuka sa kaped sa guyudan nin. Kakineg ku su manga kisek nu manga pimbunu nin, pangeni sa abadi a kapapembutawa. Kakineg ku su ulian a sengka nu tua mama ku, pangeni-pangeni sa kanu nyawa nu suled nin.

“Mapakay, temu saki kua ka.”

Pangenin-ngenin ku na matading den su manga uni. Di ku katawan enduken ka pedtundugen nilan su tua mama ku endu enduken ka pedtundugen aku nilan. Pidtepengan ku a di pamamantag silan, ugaid di ku kagaga.

Uman magabi na labi pegkabagel

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English Version

In the town where my lolo was raised, no one was allowed to talk at night.

“I can still hear the sound of its iron cart,” my lolo used to say.

Growing up with him was strange. When we were kids and we would make a sound at night he would run towards us and make sure we were quite, trying not to make noise himself.

I always regretted asking him why.

In that town it traveled at night, pulling its iron cart. The cart was filled with the skulls of its previous victims.

“The ones that didn’t know how to keep their mouths shut.”

The way my lolo told the story, I knew that he had lost
someone to the monster. He never spoke of it much, but sometimes, at night while he was asleep I could hear him.

“Ernesto, my brother Ernesto, leave him alone.”

He told me it passed by their house. His brother was brave and foolish, he thought he was invincible. The truth of youth was strong within him.

“He challenged the monster and paid the price.”

Lolo would always go on about the price. How it was something that was paid when it got its way. I never understood what it really was until he explained.

“It would not matter to us had the monster only taken lives, but it took something that only death should claim.”

My lolo’s brother had lost his soul to it.

Now, I don’t really believe in things like souls and monsters that listen in the night, but after lolo died the sounds began.

I could hear the skulls knocking against each other in its cart. I could hear the screams of its victims, begging for their eternal release. I could hear the last gasp of my lolo, pleading for his brother’s life.

“Please, take me instead.”

I wish the sounds would go away. I don’t know why they followed lolo and why they’re following me. I try to ignore them, but I can’t.

Every night they get louder.

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**Maguindanao or Maguindanaon is an Austronesian language spoken by majority of the population of Maguindanao province in the Philippines. It is also spoken by sizable minorities in different parts of Mindanao such as the cities of Zamboanga, Davao, and General Santos, and the provinces of North Cotabato, Sultan Kudarat, South Cotabato, Sarangani, Zamboanga del Sur, Zamboanga Sibugay, as well as Metro Manila. This was the language of the historic Sultanate of Maguindanao, which existed before and during the Spanish colonial period from 1500–1888.

*This story is not “word for word” or “translated literally” since there are English words that has no exact equivalent in Maguindanaon language. It was translated as to how an old Maguindanaon would re-tell the story. But nonetheless, the content and dialogue in the original and the translated version are all the same.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Traslation by Datu Hashim
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © Datu Hashim

Inspired by the Kuraret legends from La Union

Kuraret Illustration by Leandro Geniston
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Colors by Alexa Garde

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*Note this story is in Maguindanaon

Uwaaah! Uwaaaah!

“Telen ka den o wata ku. Tulog ka den ka di ka man mangandam.” Bageypun nu babay su tiyan nin, ka endu pakatelen su wata nin.

“Pangeniyn ku sa leka i dala ka magiging sa kani ama nengka, dika milingi i mga mama a dala tapek nin, a bangalap bu sa mapiya, na mengka makuwa nin den na matading den sekanin. Mamagidsan bun man i mga mama banya, dili nilan gapagitong i mga babay a gapasangan mengka pedtagaken nilan.”

Uwaaah! Uwaaaah!

“Katawan ku i mawli den inya a penggulan ku, ugeyd na enggulan ku bun i deyt a enggalbeken ku. Ipailay ku sa mga mama banya dala gatagan nin i dili nilan asalen bu managak i mga babay. Mapasang man i dunya, ugeyd na mas pakapasangan ku i mga mama.”

Uwaaah! Uwaaaah!

“Kagina deyt bun sa kanilan inya. Silan bun i nadsabapan na nanggula ku. Dala pan geyd sabut ku a babay, madakel pan i galinyan ku penggula, ugeyd na saguna na nabinasa aku. Saguna na nabinasa na duwa. Nakalebeng ta duwa endu seketa bun den taman sa taman, ugeyd na semuli ta, kagina kena bu deyt a sekita i gapasangan.

Kuwan ta sa kanilan i bagingatan nilan geyd banan a aden silan. Namba ipedsandag nilan geyd banan a kamama nilan, endu ta gailay i gabpulogo nilan.”

Uwaaah! Uwaaaah!

“Shhh,shhhh. Kena man wata, di ka man kagilek. Nya bun man si ina nengka. Di ko seka padtadeyn sa mga mamba a mga mama endu mga taw. Bibyag ta pun basi u kena sabap sa lekaniyan. Tagapeda ta bun basi a maninideg sa mga taw a dala nakagkapiya nin sa lekita duwa.”

Uwaaah! Uwaaaah!

“Na telen ka den man wata. Na, aden gailay ku a mama a pakauma. Di ka pan a ka san ka den mun. Embalingan aku bun ah, malegan bu geyd. Lenek ka, ka ubeyn ku pan sekanin.”

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English Version

WAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!

“Hush little child, close your eyes, don’t worry we will be alright.” The woman holds her belly tight, making sure that her child is safe.

“Please don’t be like your father, don’t be like any of those hideous men, always looking for one thing then leaving when they get it. ‘Boys will be boys’ they always say, but they never realize that girls are always going to be the ones left behind.”

WAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!

“I know it may seem late, but mommy’s going out to do what she has to do. She has to let all those evil men know that you can’t just leave women behind. It’s a cruel world out there and I reserve a special kind of cruelty for them.”

WAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!

“Because they deserve it. It was their filth that entered me. I was just an innocent young woman, with her whole life ahead of her, and now here I am. Here we are. We were buried together and we will be together until the end of time, but if I have to be this way, then I will not suffer alone.

I will take what they think is the most important thing that they have. Their precious ‘manhood’ and I will enjoy watching them bleed out.”

WAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!

“Shhh, shhh. I didn’t mean to scare you. But it’s okay, mama’s here. She’ll make sure the world is safe from those cruel men. We could have lived you know? If not for them. We could have been together just you and me, against the world that made us what we are.”

WAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!

“Now hush! I see a man on his way. Now don’t worry this won’t take long. And afterwards you can play with mama alright? Now stay quiet while I go say hello.”

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**Maguindanao or Maguindanaon is an Austronesian language spoken by majority of the population of Maguindanao province in the Philippines. It is also spoken by sizable minorities in different parts of Mindanao such as the cities of Zamboanga, Davao, and General Santos, and the provinces of North Cotabato, Sultan Kudarat, South Cotabato, Sarangani, Zamboanga del Sur, Zamboanga Sibugay, as well as Metro Manila. This was the language of the historic Sultanate of Maguindanao, which existed before and during the Spanish colonial period from 1500–1888.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Traslation by Norhana Maguid
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © Norhana Maguid

Inspired by the Mantiyanak legends from Mindanao

Mantiyanak illustration by Julia Kristen Delos Santos
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*Note this story is in Maguindanaon

Si Sulayman, a mindadalayag sa kawladan nu lagat a nakabpun sa sedepan a mga dalpa ka namuno kanu pat-timan a alimaw siya sa kalupan nu Mindanao.

Su Kurita, isa sa mga alimaw a baguyag sa lawas na ig endu kalupan, naminasa kanu kapalawan endu kadamakayuan na ratan.

Minangay si Sulayman sa kapalawan sa siya minukit kanu kawang-kawangan. Nailay nin i dala nasama ang mga taw endu kawyagan. Su mga dalpa endu malinawag na sangat na malugkog i gatamanan.

Pakauliyang sekanin sa lat na ginawa sabap kanu kinapaminasa nu mga alimaw, na timekaw embuwat si Kurita ebpun sa didalem na lupa endu kinambang nin si Sulayman.

Kagina katawan nin i nya ba alimaw i naminasakan sa dalpa na binuno nin su entu a Binatang. Iniliw nin su sundang nin enggagan.

Dala makineg a uni kanu tu ba a gay. Mawli den a nakineg na su uni nu Kurita sabap sa masakit a natamanan nin kani Sulayman sa kapalawan. Tinimo den nin ni Sulayman su sundang nin ka timalus den sekanin sa kaped pan a dalpa endu kapalawan.

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English Version

His name was Sulayman, called from far across the sea in the land of the golden sunset to save the land of Mindanao from the wrath of four terrible creatures.

The first was Kurita, a creature of both land and sea, it chose to cause destruction on the mountain where the rattan grew.

Sulayman traveled through the air to the mountain and saw nothing alive. The villages and forests were silent.

As he cried out in sorrow at the devastation, Kurita rose from the ground and clawed at Sulayman.

Knowing that this was the creature that massacred the villages, Sulayman wasted no time in doing battle. He drew his sword.

The mountain was not silent that day. The Kurita’s final roar echoed through the empty forests.

Sulayman sheathed his sword and continued on to the next mountain.

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**Maguindanao or Maguindanaon is an Austronesian language spoken by majority of the population of Maguindanao province in the Philippines. It is also spoken by sizable minorities in different parts of Mindanao such as the cities of Zamboanga, Davao, and General Santos, and the provinces of North Cotabato, Sultan Kudarat, South Cotabato, Sarangani, Zamboanga del Sur, Zamboanga Sibugay, as well as Metro Manila. This was the language of the historic Sultanate of Maguindanao, which existed before and during the Spanish colonial period from 1500–1888.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Traslation by Norhana Maguid
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © Norhana Maguid

Written by Karl Gaverza
Copyright © Karl Gaverza

Story adapted from:
‘Mythology of Mindanao’ in
Philippine Folklore Stories by Mabel Cook Cole. 1916.

Kurita Illustration by Leandro Geniston from Aklat ng mga Anito
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*Note this story is in Maguindanaon.

Tatap a kalinian ku i kapedtulik kanu ulan-ulan. Aden su rahasia sa entain sekanin. Papedsigay nin bu su palitan nin sabap sa baraguna? Pembaba i pagedan a kuda nin kanu dunya? Abadi sekanin?

Da den kutika ku a pendalmet a ped su manga kaped a wata, tatap a aden sakit atawa kaped pan a sabapan na di ku kapeliyu. Di ku den mambalasa su mayaw a sigay nu senang, ugaid sa magabi, sa pageletan nu sahaya nu bitun endu su sambel a malemek, su ulan-ulan bu i pakat ku.

Su manga kalukesan na pedtudtul silan sa pabila su ulan-ulan na temelen sa kapagkaaden sa langit, inia nin mana na pembangkit su dunya. Midtatawa aku kanu manga tudtul, ka panun i kapedtelen na ulan-ulan kanu abadi a libet nin? Sekanin su taginep a naaden kanu kabenalan, su panudtul a sampurna sa palitan.

Nan intu, sampay sa mailay ku su singa.

Pembedtuan sekanin sa Arimaonga nu manga kalukesan. Di ku katawan i madtalu ku su badan ku na napenu na gilek. Labi a masela intu pan kanu katig ku a binatang. Endu pegkapetan nin su papedtayan ku a ulan-ulan.

Su waktu na midtegas den, Pidtulikan ku i isa-isa ku a pakat na sinepa nu binatang. Kanu kaped a lalan, su singa na pendalmet sa dalmetan, da katawi a tu den i sabapan na   kabinasa tanu langun.

Labi a nagilekan pan sekanin sa laki. Kagedam ku su penggiginawan nin a mana da den arap kanu kapegkapet lun sa pageletan na baka nu singa. Minebpun aku mulyang sa intu kutika.

“Singa butawani ka su ulan-ulan atawa embangkit su dunya!”

Di ku katawan enduken a minebpun aku edtalu sa intu ugaid na mana sipat ku den, a mana pedtalun.

“Singa butawani ka su ulan-ulan atawa embangkit su dunya!”

Su kaped a manga maginged na minebpun mamung sa laki sa sengal. Su manga kalukesan na pidtanggit nilan su manga tagungu endu manga agung nilan endu su ingel na makasampay sa surga.

“SINGA BUTAWANI KA SU ULAN-ULAN ATAWA EMBANGKIT SU DUNYA!”

Su manga bakelengan nami na linegawan, magan kami den di makaginawa ugaid da kami telen. Di ku sekanin tagaken kanu singa, inia inged na di bun pedtagak sa lekanin.

Kanu kutika a binutawan nu singa su ulan-ulan na su nakalepas a nanggula na mana abadi. Kinapetan nin su takilidan nin endu midsaluman sekanin sa penggulan sa kanu surga.

Endu saki, mapagumbaba a wata pedsukur-sukur kanu Kadenan sabap su isa-isa ku a pakat na kurma bun.

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English Version

I have always liked staring at the moon. There’s just the mystery of what she is. Does she shine her light only on the worthy? Is she dressed by the stars? Is she eternal?

There was never a chance for me to play with the other children, there was always some sickness or another that kept me indoors. I could never appreciate the sun’s harsh rays, but in the night, among the starlight and the gentle breeze, my only friend was the moon.

The elders tell stories that if the moon were to cease being in the sky, the world would end. I laughed at those stories once upon a time, for how could the moon ever stop her perpetual cycle? She was the dream made into reality, the perfect harbinger of light.

That is, until I saw the lion.

It was called the Arimaonga by the elders. I didn’t know how to react as terror filled my entire body. It was larger than I thought any animal could ever be. And it was clutching my beloved moon.

Time froze then, I stared helplessly as my only friend was being devoured by the beast. In some perverse way, the lion was playing a game, not knowing that it may just be the doom of us all.

She was more scared than I was. I could feel her hopelessness as she was clutched between the jaws of the lion. I started crying then.

“Lion release the moon or the world will come to an end!”

I don’t know why I started saying those words but it felt natural, like they needed to be said.

“Lion release the moon or the world will come to an end!”

The other villagers stared joining me in the chant. The elders brought out their drums and gongs to make the noises reach the heavens.

“LION RELEASE THE MOON OR THE WORLD WILL COME TO AN END!”

Our throats were hoarse, our breath almost gone but we did not stop. I will not abandon her to the lion, this village will not abandon her.

The lion finally released the moon after what seemed like an eternity. She clutched her sides and resumed her track along the heavens.

And I, a humble child thanked the gods that my only friend was safe.

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**Maguindanao or Maguindanaon is an Austronesian language spoken by majority of the population of Maguindanao province in the Philippines. It is also spoken by sizable minorities in different parts of Mindanao such as the cities of Zamboanga, Davao, and General Santos, and the provinces of North Cotabato, Sultan Kudarat, South Cotabato, Sarangani, Zamboanga del Sur, Zamboanga Sibugay, as well as Metro Manila. This was the language of the historic Sultanate of Maguindanao, which existed before and during the Spanish colonial period from 1500–1888.

*This story is not “word for word” or “translated literally” since there are English words that has no exact equivalent in Maguindanaon language. It was translated as to how an old Maguindanaon would re-tell the story. But nonetheless, the content and dialogue in the original and the translated version are all the same.

Written by Karl Gaverza
Traslation by Datu Hashim
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © Datu Hashim

Inspired by the Arimaonga description in Philippine Folk Literature: The Myths. Eugenio. 2001.

Arimaonga illustration by Lou Pineda
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