Yesterday morning I took a ferry over to the island of Sabang, which is also referred to as Pulau Weh. I was recommended this hotel/resort destination called Freddie's Santai Sumur by a friend of mine at IAIN.
There are two ferries that go to and from Sabang - the express (which I took, and was only 45 minutes), and the big slow boat (takes an hour and a half).
The resort was AMAZING, and very affordable at only $25 per night. And since I was only staying for one night, even better! The rooms are actually individual bungalows, complete with a mini fridge and complimentary drinks, western toilet, and hot shower. This was my first hot shower in 7 weeks, and I enjoyed every single minute of it.
The first thing I did when I got there (after basking in the luxurious delight of my bungalow) was go snorkeling. As a matter of fact, that was pretty much all I did - snorkeling, swimming, and basking in the sun. This was only my second time snorkeling, and it was great. There were so many fish and some beautiful coral. I recognized a lot of the fish I saw from the movie Finding Nemo, and I also saw Rainbow Fish :)
I had such a relaxing day - I just wish that I could have stayed longer. But as it turns out, I need to pick up my passport from the Immigration Office here in Banda by 3.00pm this afternoon, and the only two ferries that leave Sabang are at 8.00 am and 4.30 pm. But I'm glad I got to spend at least one day relaxing and simply enjoying myself with no worries.
Yesterday, I went on a jungle hike with three ex-GAM (Free Aceh Movement) rebels. These guys spent two years in the jungle fighting against the Indonesian army, it's really incredible. The company that I took this tour on is called Aceh Explorer, and it's run by a Dutch guy named Mendel who wanted to employ former GAM combatants. Apparently, it's difficult for them to find work now, so he wanted to give them an opportunity to earn some money.
I left the asrama at 9 am, and we finally began the hike at around 10. The mountain was absolutely beautiful - I was completely captivated by the scenery. We walked down a bridge, at which the end turned into a narrow trail leading into the jungle. The first thing I saw was an old ulammah's grave, where the GAM combatants used to pray. As we went further up, the trail began to get harder and more treacherous. My guides had to help me from falling multiple times, holding my hand, and placing my feet correctly on the rocks so that I wouldn't slip. The first hour flew by, and before I knew it, we were stopping for lunch. During our break, the guides and I talked a lot - about everything. They asked me about how it was living in America, if I liked Aceh, etc. And I also asked them a lot of questions about GAM, carefully wording my questions.
They told me that the reason they joined in the first place was because they felt that the Indonesian government was unfair to Aceh.
"Aceh is very rich in natural resources, but we weren't seeing any of the profit. It was all being taken by the Indonesian government, and that wasn't fair. If Aceh was independent, we all would be rich."
They also told me that if their old GAM commanders asked them to pick up arms again, that they would.
After lunch, we went further up the mountain to the very top. I definitely underestimated the mountain - I have never been on such a difficult hike before! There were parts where I couldn't walk, but had to climb on rocks to get to the next spot. Thorny plants clung to my clothes and cut my legs, and when it started to rain, I began to slip in the mud.
Before we reached the top of the mountain, my guides showed me their old GAM base. I expected a fort of some kind, but all I saw were boulders! We also saw an old cooking site they had - the only things remaining were a rusty pot, lantern, and cup. It's so unbelievable to me that these guys spent 2-3 years living in the jungle like this, completely secluded from the outside world. They went up and down that mountain in the dark, with no sources of light whatsoever - absolutely amazing. Since the tsunami didn't reach all the way up the mountain, the GAM combatants never knew that it happened. They said that afterward, when they looked down on the villages below, that they thought those villages had been bombed by TNI (Indonesian army); the only reason they knew it was a natural disaster was because they saw a lot of foreign helicopters coming in.
When we finally reached the puncak, or top of the mountain, I felt so ecstatic. The rocks up there were extremely sharp and jagged, and it was very difficult to get up, but I'm glad that I finally made it. The trip back down, however, was equally as difficult. Since it started to rain some, the path was pretty dangerous and I needed all the help I could get from my guides, who were absolutely wonderful. "Just keep smiling," they said. "Your smile gives us the motivation to go on!" I slipped and fell so many times, but they kept on catching me. The last slope we took to go down was ridiculous. It didn't slant, but went straight down. I was pretty terrified. I grabbed hold of one guide's backpack and followed his lead, while the guides behind me held on to my backpack to catch me just in case I fell.
By the time the hike ended, it was already almost 6.30. When I finished, I was filthy, soaking wet, and half dead. I don't think I've ever been happier to see a road in my entire life. I can't believe I spent over 8 hours hiking in the jungle! The scrapes and pain were all worth it though, and I had an incredible experience. My guides were absolutely amazing - I couldn't imagine doing what they did during the conflict. If I hiked that mountain by myself, I doubt that I would have come back down in one piece.
On Friday I had my last interview in Lhoksemawe with Muslim Attahiri, the head of Dayah Darul Mujahidin. I'm still trying to process how this all went, but one thing's for sure - it wasn't as good as the interview I had with Al Chaidar.
When I got to the pesantren, I was instantly able to meet with Attahiri despite my lack of appointment. He invited me into his house, where we sat in his living room to do the interview. Maybe ten minutes into the conversation, I got sick. I was a hot mess. I think it was the fish curry I ate for lunch. I got sick twice during our talk. It was extremely embarrassing. That might have set the mood for the rest of the interview, as I was clearly not feeling well and not on top of my game. After my second wave of sickness finished, Attahiri had to leave - he had a class to teach. He told me not to worry, that I could stay in his home until he came back, and introduced me to his wife. "You can interview her," he told me.
Talking with his wife was pretty interesting. She told me a lot about the pesantren - she's in charge of the girls' division. She seemed tired though, and said that she was up all night tending to a "sick" girl who was apparently possessed. She told me that three girls have gotten possessed there within the past week and that they had to control them and make sure they didn't hurt themselves. We heard screaming and the sound of someone hitting a tin wall outside, and I was told that the noises I heard were of one of the possessed girls. She told me
"When you're close to God, the devil likes to try and torment you. When you're weak in faith, that's when they enter."
Apparently this kind of thing happens fairly often, so they weren't too worried about handling the situation.
There are about 60 boys and 15 girls at the pesantren. It's a small place, and not very well developed or nice like the other ones I went to. They rely on donations and tend to take in boys and girls from broken homes, whose parents have passed away, or who are troublemakers. The age range of the kids there are from middle school to some college.
When Attahiri finally came back, I began to ask him more questions about the pesantren, their religious views, and what distinguished them from other pesantren, both modern and traditional. These questions, I felt, were pretty standard and could get interesting answers. But when Attahiri answered them, I felt that he wasn't really answering them at all - I couldn't get anything straight from him. So you can imagine that when I asked more questions about Jemmah Islamiyah and FPI (Islamic Defenders Front), it got a little confusing.
Back in February, some Jemmah Islamiyah members came to Aceh to try and establish a training camp here and went to Attahiri's pesantren to ask for his support. However, they were turned down. Attahiri said that when they came, he saw them as "stupid kids" and made it clear that he disagreed with their method of thinking.
I had also heard that he had been affiliated with FPI, which I had seen listed as a terrorist organization. Attahiri told me that he was the secretary for the Aceh division of this organization, and that it in fact is not a terrorist organization. He said that they concentrate on dawa and try to make sure that people are being good Muslims and acting appropriately. I asked my friend Cut later about FPI, and she confirmed what Attahiri said about it not being a terrorist organization, so it seems that I was wrong in thinking that it was.
I wish I could have stayed longer at Darul Mujahidin. I feel that if I had gotten to know them better over a longer period of time, that I would have better results in my interview. Cut even told me that once, when she was interviewing someone, it took 7 interviews over a span of 3 months to finally break through and get good information. I got a lot of political answers from Attahiri. I wonder how long I would have had to stay to break down the barrier and get better results.
After the interview, something weird happened: Attahiri took a couple of pictures of me on his cell phone...but without asking. It's pretty obvious when someone takes a picture of you on their cell phone, especially when it's done right in front of you. Plus, I heard the camera click. Also, after I had gotten out of his house, I was taking pictures of the pesantren and I saw him standing in front of his door, cell phone in hand, taking a picture. I wasn't sure how to handle this, so I didn't say anything at all. Cut told me that it was nothing to worry about, so I guess I won't worry about it - but it was still weird.
I am currently in Lhoksemawe, about 6 hours away from Banda Aceh. I left yesterday morning on an L300 - basically, a minivan that people hire out to take them places. It works like a bus would, with a ticket and everything. I was thinking about hiring a car, but that would be way too expensive. The L300 was only about $6. The driver was an angry looking fellow named Akbar who had a strong taste for Nuu Milds and would honk at things for no apparent reason. We did stop for lunch, and during that hour, I got to chat with a high school girl who was another passenger on the L300. She wasn't wearing a jilbab and was wearing short sleeves, and I asked her why. She evaded the question by talking how good Sharia law is, but finally let me know that since she was traveling and it was hot that it wasn't such a big deal. I learned an important cultural lesson from her though - to always give and accept with your right hand. I felt stupid, because this was something that I had always known but often forgot. I paid the lady at the warung with my left hand without even thinking, and the girl told me not to do that. "That's very rude!" she said. Needless to say, I was very embarrassed and have been good about remembering to do exchanges with my right hand since yesterday. I don't think it will be something that slips my mind again, either.
Rahma, who is one of the researchers at ARTI that was on Jesse's team that interviewed the pesantren, gave me the contact details of a friend of hers who lives here - Cut. So I don't have to pay for a hotel either, thank God. Cut is a very nice lady. She's pretty, young, and extremely forward in her thinking. She is currently a professor here in Lhoksemawe and used to do research for ARTI. I am very grateful that she is letting me stay in her home for a few days. We've arranged for her nephew Noval, an endearingly awkward 14 year old, to help take me around to wherever I need to be. I'll be paying him about Rp.200,000 (about $20) for renting him out. Glad it's vacation time for high school students.
Today I scheduled my interview with Pak Al Chaidar to be at 2.00. In the morning, Noval took me around Lhoksemawe and we saw the beach. Lhoksemawe isn't too different from Banda Aceh, the only major differences are that it's smaller, and instead of cows crowding the streets it's goats. When we were coming back from the beach, we had to take a pretty hefty detour into the kampung because we saw that they were having razia operations on the street that we needed to go down. Not to worry, I was dressed completely appropriately, but wasn't wearing a helmet. It was nice going through the kampung though, despite the super rocky dirt roads (I almost fell off the motorcycle). The scenery was beautiful - palm trees and rice paddies as far as the eye could see.
My interview with Pak Al Chaidar later was very interesting. He is a fascinating man. He has been following Jemmah Islamiyah since 1991 - before they became a terrorist organizations and were still a Darul Islam group. He's seen how they train, understands their ideologies, and still keeps in contact with them. He's been able to do very extensive interviews and research on them, it's crazy. He obviously does not agree with them whatsoever, but has very thorough research on them. He knows how they operate, to say the least. I mentioned reading a couple of articles that say that since Jemmah Islamiyah has factioned off into 2 groups - one that wants to commit acts of terrorism, the other that just wants to do dawa - that they aren't a big threat anymore. I asked Al Chaidar his opinion on this, and he disagrees. He seems to think that they do remain a very big threat. He said that despite factioning off, if the leaders say to do something (like set off a bomb), they will follow their leader's orders.
I then asked him about the strategies of Jemmah Islamiyah. I learned that terrorist organizations are very strategic in their actions, and that they won't bomb a building "just because". There will always be some kind of political motivation behind it. I found his response on this to be pretty funny. He said that those in JI "aren't very smart", and lack an intelligence division. "They are still naive". He also mentioned that those who join JI come from modest economic backgrounds, and are at the wealthiest, middle class. This is very interesting to me, since I learned that in terrorist organizations, participants tend to be wealthy and highly educated. However, in Jemmah Islamiyah's case, this doesn't seem to hold up.
When I asked him why terrorism can exist in Java (where much of JI is based) but not in Aceh, he said that it was a cultural difference.
"There are cultural differences in Aceh and Java...the character of Aceh is unique. The Acehnese are very proud people, egalitarian, somewhat xenophobic, and don't like to take orders from anybody else. It was the Acehnese who brought Islam to Java, so when Javanese came to Aceh and tried to recruit people into Jemmah Islamiyah, it wasn't accepted. People thought of them as 'those stupid Arab people'..Islam in Aceh is very different from that in Java. In Java, there are strong geneological and family ties that people are loyal to. In Aceh, people are more critical and don't just act upon something that an ulammah says to do."
He made an amusing comparison of these two cultures, saying:
"Islam in Java is like a Molotov cocktail; it's easy to set off and very explosive. Islam in Aceh is more like a petroleum bomb; there is a very long process it has to go through before it can explode."
Jemmah Islamiyah had been in Aceh since 2005, doing charity work to help tsunami victims. But from 2005-2009, they were only able to recruit 20 people. I think that this is incredible data, especially considering how easily they were able to recruit in Java. But 20 members in 4 years? Wow. I love this, because it just goes to further show how the vast majority of Muslims do not condone terrorism. They thought that because Aceh operates under Sharia law that the people would be sympathetic to them and want to join arms with them. What they didn't prepare for was assimilating into Acehnese society and becoming people that the Acehnese could easily trust. Al Chaidar said that their biggest downfall was appearing so foreign, with their long beards and Javanese customs. The Acehnese simply refused to accept it.
After the interview, Al Chaidar said that he may be able to get me in touch with current Jemmah Islamiyah members in Jakarta. I would love to take this opportunity if they agree to see me. He said that it might be interesting to talk with the wives of these fellows, and I agree. He isn't able to because of the fact that he is a man, but because of our gender, he thinks that I might be able to learn some interesting information from them. Hopefully it goes through, this would be an incredible opportunity. Al Chaidar said that it would be completely safe and that there would be nothing to worry about. Since I am Muslim and half Indonesian, he said that they would be fine with the fact that I am also an American. He just advised me not to badtalk Osama bin Laden in front of them.
I will be going to Pesantren Darul Mujahiddin tomorrow after jumatan (Friday prayers). Al Chaidar said that it's no problem that I'm going without an appointment and that the Acehnese are very gracious and accepting of guests. I was able to record our interview today, so that will definitely be something interesting to listen over later. I probably won't be posting it because it was about an hour and a half long, but I'm glad to have had this opportunity to talk with him. It was a great interview, he really didn't hold anything back.
This week has been the first down week I've had since I've gotten here. I didn't really do that much at all, so it was pretty restful.
I was able to meet with Pak Marzi Afriko this week at the World Bank, and he gave me a lot of interesting information about my research topic as well as people to get in contact with.
One really cool thing - my friend Muhajjir knows a guy who collects old Islamic manuscripts, and he invited me over to his house to take a look at them. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera, but it was interesting looking at all of them! The collector, Pak Tarmizi, has been collecting these manuscripts since 1994. They're all Acehnese, Qur'ans, books, all types of things. The best thing about visiting Tarmizi was that unlike other collectors, who don't let people touch the documents etc., he actually let me hold them and flip through the pages! It was a very special experience.
Next week, I should be going to Lhokseumawe to visit with Pak Al Chaidar, another guy I met at the ARTI book launching last weekend. He specializes in terrorism studies, so he should be especially interesting to speak with. Afterwords, I have plans to visit a pesantren in that area - Pesantren Darul Mujahidin. It's headed by a man named Pak Muslim Atthahiri, and it has been associated with the terrorist group FPI (Islamic Defenders Front, Front Pembela Islam). Apparently, Jemmah Islamiyah also tried to associate with them, but they were rejected by the pesantren. It will be interesting to find out why they didn't want to associate with JI, and what their current relationship with FPI is.
I really hope this goes through - I'm very excited to go, and it would be so disappointing if I didn't get to visit them. I guess it's a good thing that this has been slow, especially considering that next week should be full of activities!
I've also gotten closer to the girls at the asrama. I know I've said this before, but they really are freaking hilarious. And because they've gotten to know me better, I think they feel more comfortable and open with me than they did initially. I was hanging out with a couple of them after maghrib prayers one night, and the discussion turned to boys, and boyfriends. I had asked them a couple weeks before if they had boyfriends (jokingly), and of course they giggled and said "of course not!". This time though, they were telling me that yes, they have had boyfriends. One of them was so funny - she said that she's had five before, and is currently in a relationship with two. She said, "It is cheating, but it's only pacaran* and not marriage, so it's okay!" I thought that was too funny. They really cracked me up.
Last night, the power went off, so a group of us sat together in one of the girls' rooms around a candle. We were able to talk history and politics. Yesterday, the founder of the separatist rebel movement GAM (Free Aceh Movement) passed away, and there was a huge ceremony at Mesjid Raya. We had a really interesting talk about that, because a couple of the girls went to the ceremony. One girl, Lisa, said that Aceh was crying for him because of the sun shower that took place after he was buried. There was also a minor earthquake.
This is the link on BBC about his passing - http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/world/asia_pacific/10225928.stm
Maybe I can ask some of the girls questions about my research topic, as it does focus on Acehnese society. I'm sure that they'd have a lot of interesting things to say about it.
*pacaran - The term used for dating, or having a boyfriend/girlfriend.
This Monday I was able to visit the FBA (Forum Bangun Aceh) office to meet with its directors and founder, Pak Azwar. They were all very nice and helpful, and I learned a lot about their organization. They were created in 2005 after the tsunami to help survivors, and has since grown into a leading NGO in this area. They provide educational services, microcredit, and enterprise development to tsunami survivors, victims of conflict, and the poor and disenfranchised. Their programs include education initiatives as well as a Microcredit program to benefit some of the poorest regions of Aceh – in fact, their work has reached about 5,000 people within 6 districts of Aceh. Their education initiatives include student placements, scholarships, training, and professional development. The microcredit program buys small businesses the assets or materials they need, and then the individual business owners repay the cost of the assets to FBA on a payment plan.
They’ve done a great deal for the Acehnese, and their organization keeps on growing and gaining momentum.So far they’ve assisted 900 micro businesses, completely rebuilt a school, reequipped 37 schools with furniture and books, coordinated an educational exchange program for a handful of Acehnese students, and supported the planting of 2,250 trees.It would be great to possibly work with them in the future.The work that they’ve done for their community is truly inspirational.
On Tuesday, my friends Dicky and Saiful showed me this organization called Ya Kita, which is a drug addiction treatment and recovery center.They have two offices in Aceh, one is the actual recovery center (for boys), and the main one is more of an education/youth center where they bring middle and high school students in and teach them about health, HIV/AIDS, and the consequences of drug use.Today was interesting because they were having an event with some middle and high school students, and I was able to see how they taught the youth about all of this.
The main facility is really cool looking.There are murals all over the wall that say things like “SAY NO TO DRUGS”, and “THEY’RE EASY TO USE, BUT DIFFICULT TO RECOVER FROM”.They’ve also got a wall where visitors can sign their names and write inspirational type messages.
Afterwards, we visited an organization called Pusat Ketrampilan Perempuan Sejahtera (PKPS), which translates to Skills Center for Happy Girls.It’s an NGO founded by this amazing lady who started this organization to help girls who had to discontinue their education or were victims of conflict, trafficking, abuse, etc.She teaches the girls how to sew, and then they sell their goods (clothes, purses, etc.) to the public.Her name is Cut Mutia, and she’s a charismatic Acehnese woman with a voice as big as her heart.She was very helpful and gave me a lot of information about what PKPS does and what she wants to do with it.She asked me if I could give the girls there English lessons, so I may start going there once a week as well to have a conversation group or something.When I left she gave me a couple of souvenirs – small purses that the girls at the center made, and jokingly told me that I should take her products back to America and fundraise for her.
Later, I went back to FBA (and got hopelessly lost along the way) to accompany one of the coordinators, Ira, to visit one of the businesses that they help.This trip’s purpose was mainly for conflict resolution, as there were a couple of small problems that this particular group was having.The business is a snack stand – there are a lot of those in Indonesia – and it’s run by a group of middle aged women.Apparently there was an issue with the group leadership that needed to be resolved.They all spoke in Acehnese, so I didn’t quite understand all of it, but I got the general gist of what they were talking about.The best part of this trip was seeing Ira handle the situation.She was phenomenal – very diplomatic and enthusiastic, offering all sorts of alternatives to handling the problem and encouraging the women to see it from different perspectives.The ladies were receptive to her advice, and according to Ira, there shouldn’t be another issue like this in the future for them.
Another good thing that happened today – I got to meet up with one of the researchers over at ARTI, Pak Dani.I had met him the first week I was here, but never got a chance afterwards to have a chat with him.He is a really great character – he’s sharp and very witty; he’s one of those people that can make fun of you and actually be funny about it.I told him about my advances in my research here concerning terrorism, and he put me in contact with a couple of people who promise to be very helpful in assisting me with collecting data.He’s also got a book launching this Saturday that he invited me to; he said that there would be a few people there who could help me.I want to be able to collect as much data as possible about my topic while I’m here and hope that, even despite the short frame of time I have left, that I can bring a lot of data back home to work with.
I love having full days like these.They make me feel so productive, and considering that I have to be back at the asrama so early, it’s good to get a lot of things done earlier in the day and pack as much into the daylight hours as possible.
This summer I am the first undergraduate participant in a student exchange between Florida State University and Institut Agama Islam Negeri Ar-Reniry (IAIN) in Banda Aceh, Indonesia.I arrived in Aceh on May 9 and will stay until June 26.My first week here has been pretty busy to say the least, so I haven’t really gotten to write a detailed day-by-day account of what has happened so far.So right now I’ll do my best to write out what I can remember.
Sunday:I arrived in Banda Aceh from Jakarta this morning.Every island in Indonesia is unique in its own way, and this is especially true with Aceh – it is really the only place of its kind.It is also the only region in Indonesia that operates under Sharia law and was devastated by the 2004 tsunami.I’ve traveled around Indonesia before, and didn’t think it would differ too terribly from most of the other places I’ve been to, but boy was I wrong.It sort of hit me as soon as I was on the road to town from the airport and we had to stop every five minutes to wait for all of the cows and goats to get out of the way.
My friend Pak Khairil and his family were the ones who came to pick me up from the airport, and they showed me where IAIN’s campus was and where I would be studying.We had a delicious lunch of bakso and es kelapa muda, and then they took me to the wisma (hostel).I wasn’t too pleased with it, as it was really pricey at Rp.200,000 per night ($20).It was also very quiet.It seemed like I was the only person staying there aside from the staff.But aside from that, it was air conditioned and I did have my own bathroom, so it wasn’t horrible…but definitely not worth Rp.20,000 per night.
After Pak Khairil dropped me off at the wisma, I laid down for a nice nap.And then the bed started to shake.At that moment, I started to remember every scary movie I’ve ever seen where some ghost or monster was under the bed and waiting for the occupant to step down so that it could eat them, and thought of a story my cousin told me about how a friend of hers was sleeping and there was a ghost under her bed that kept on making it shake, and it wasn’t until she got up and ran away that it stopped.Needless to say, I was in shock.I jumped off the bed to see if it would stop or not, and it was then that I realized that it wasn’t just the bed that was shaking – it was the floor and walls as well.I hurriedly put on my jilbab and ran outside to see others holding on to the poles outside the wisma, looking just fine and dandy.One of the staff smiled at me and asked if I’ve ever experienced an earthquake.I said that I haven’t, and she said that that it happens frequently enough here that it’s not too big of a deal.I learned a few hours later that it was at a magnitude of 7.2, which has “tsunami potential”.
Another interesting fact:Aceh also has frequent power outages, which is especially frustrating considering that I have an old, barely functioning laptop that always needs to be plugged in if I need to use it.If the power goes out, or if the plug comes out, my lovely laptop shuts down.
Monday:I met with Ibu Eka, who is my supervisor during my time here.She is a phenomenal woman, and has received her degrees in the Netherlands and Australia.She now teaches at IAIN.I picked the classes that I will be taking while I’m here, which are Arabic and Ushul-Fiqh.Ushul-Fiqh should be very interesting; it’s basically the implementation and enforcement of discipline through Sharia law.She then invited me to go with her to an Acehnese wedding party, where we had lunch.I really enjoyed going, as weddings always promise to be festive and fun.It was very similar to a Javanese wedding party, with a few cultural quirks of its own.My favorite thing about it was seeing the family and friends cook for all of the guests.In Aceh, the tradition is to have male relatives and friends cook for the wedding party free of charge.There was a decent sized work space for them, and humongous cooking pans.
I was also able to visit the Aceh Research and Training Institute (ARTI) and meet some of the researchers there.They’re all really nice and interesting people.One of the researchers, Pak Dani, has been doing a youth peace project for a while now, which brings Indonesian teenagers together to promote and learn about the peace process.Conflict resolution studies in Aceh are a pretty big deal, considering that after 30 years of conflict Aceh was finally able to foster a peace agreement with the Republic of Indonesia after the tsunami.
Later on in the day, I was able to meet up with Jesse who is another ARTI researcher.He has been living in Aceh for a pretty long time now, and he has a research team out at a pesantren doing field work at the moment.They should be coming back in the next week or so, and it should be very interesting to see what they learned while they were there.
Tuesday:More meetings with people today trying to get my schedule sorted out.I was able to sit in on the Ushul-Fiqh class, and it was pretty intense.I guess my Bahasa Indonesia isn’t as good as I thought it was.I don’t know if it was because I was fasting or just going too fast, but I felt very overwhelmed that day.We decided that it might be a better idea for me to start classes next week instead of this week so that I have time to acclimate to this new lifestyle. I thought that I would be able to come in and start doing work right away, but I was very wrong.There is a lot to take in here and a lot to get used to.An adjustment period seems necessary.
After class, Ibu Nur (another IAIN faculty member), took me out to see some more of Banda Aceh.The first thing we did was drive out to a little village to see someone who specialized in “alternative medicine”.One of the men who accompanied us had some kind of stomach illness that he had been seeing an “alternative medicine” specialist for and needed to see her again.When I asked Ibu Nur what she meant by “alternative medicine”, she said “It’s like black magic.But not”.
It was interesting to visit the village.This particular one was near the coast and was hit badly by the 2004 tsunami, but most of the houses I saw were reconstructed.I also saw a few women out who weren’t veiled and didn’t have long sleeves on.Apparently Sharia is much more relaxed in villages because they’re further away from the eye of the government and police, who are based in town.
It was also interesting to visit the “alternative medicine specialist”.I’d like to call her a witch doctor, but I don’t think she was.I thought that she would speak in tongues and change her demeanor, but Ibu Nur told me that she did that the first time our friend went to visit her and wouldn’t be doing it again.All the specialist did was massage this guy’s neck a little bit and pray, and boom – he felt better.Needless to say, I was a little bit disappointed, but it was an interesting experience nonetheless.
After, we went to Mesjid Raya, which is a famous mosque in this area.I found it to be absolutely beautiful.There were groups of children there who were taking iqra lessons, and it felt very peaceful and serene.We then ventured on to the Aceh Tsunami Museum, which isn’t completely done yet.I believe it will be completed and open to the public on the anniversary of the tsunami.We were able to go inside and look around, it just wasn’t all finished yet.After this they took me to see LTO APUNG, which was a huge sea-based electric generator from Kalimantan that took 3 months to be brought to Aceh.But when the tsunami hit, it was brought to land in about 3 seconds.
Wednesday: I met up with Jesse to go to an English discussion group that he facilitates at a youth center called Al Kafi.He has this group every Wednesday afternoon and invited me to come and be a guest speaker for them.We talked a lot about Islam in the United States, and I asked them questions about how it was living under Sharia.It was a lot of fun, and it’s a great opportunity for students to come and practice their English speaking skills.
Later, I finally moved out of the wisma to an asrama, or dorm.I was kind of ticked off that I had to pay $60 for 3 nights there, but thankfully I’ll be able to stay in the asrama for free.It’s a charming place.It’s clean, which is the most important thing, and it’s lively.I think there are about 40 girls staying there right now.It’s got pretty basic accommodations – squat toilet, bucket shower, and no air conditioning.But it’s free, which is the next most important thing.To live in an asrama normally costs about Rp.400,000 ($40) for a semester, but the head of the building said that I could stay for free as long as I help the girls there with their English skills.
Living in the asrama is going to be a very interesting experience.Everyone is supposed to come back by maghrib (evening prayers), or risk getting locked out.No one is allowed out past then, so having dinner with a friend or going to an evening movie is out of the question.The girls don’t seem to mind this though, and from what I’ve gathered after talking with them, they don’t make plans in the evening or go out very often at all.They are however, permitted to spend the night away from the asrama three times a month, so they do have an opportunity to go out at night, they just can’t come back late.It looks bad, they say, for girls to be coming home in the evening.Neighbors may think less of them, and it’s just not the proper thing to do.I don’t think it would be a huge issue for me to come back at night, as Indonesians tend to make exceptions for foreigners, but I won’t ask for permission to do so.I would feel embarrassed to have them make this exception for me, and I fully intend to honor and abide by their rules.It’s definitely different from what I’m used to, but it’s an experience worth having and I don’t want to ruin it by being an imposing foreigner.
Maghrib and isha prayers are held together – all of the girls are supposed to be in attendance during these times so they can pray together.My first night there, I found it to be a beautiful bonding experience.I’m not used to praying back at home, but it was a nice moment.After maghrib, the girls had ngaji, or reading from the Qur’an.It was the first time I had ever done that after prayers, so it was a little bit of a surprise to me when after maghrib prayers everyone started singing verses from the Qur’an.Everyone participated and no voice was left out.It sounded absolutely beautiful, and I was enchanted and touched by the devotion they had for Islam and the power I felt behind their words.
After the ngaji, everyone had a lot of questions for me and I got to know them all a bit better.They’re all really sweet girls, and I think they’re absolutely hilarious.They’ve got a great sense of humor and are very kind.I can’t wait to get to know them on a deeper level – I’m sure I could learn a lot from them. They also made traditional Acehnese kolak later, which is a type of dessert consisting of a purple potato and green beans mixed and boiled together. It was pretty tasty, and very purple.
Thursday:Today was a public holiday, which was exciting.I kicked off the morning by meeting up with Norman, who runs a youth community center in Darussalam called Al Kafi; the concept is kind of like YMCA, and I believe that it’s one of the first in Aceh.This youth program offers classes in English, Arabic, and Bahasa Indonesia, and it provides the youth with a safe place to come and learn.They also have a partnership with a school for the handicapped and do service projects for them as well as other communities around Aceh.It’s a great place for adolescents to come hang out and be productive.I would like to be involved in the activities they have and maybe have an English discussion group like Jesse does.Norman said that there was a high demand for volunteers, and that they didn’t have enough teachers or volunteers to accommodate everyone who wanted to join, so they had to limit the amount of people who came.
After talking with Norman, I went to a seminar that Ibu Eka invited me to that she was speaking in:Seminar Perempuan (Super) – “Tanamkan Semangat Siti Khadijah dan Cut Nyak Dhien Dalam Setiap Langkah Mu Menuju Aceh Yang Berjaya”.Translated, in means:(Super) Female Seminar – “Embedding the Sprit of Khadijah and Cut Nyak Dhien in Every Step to Progress Triumphant Aceh”.It was fantastic and very inspirational.They talked about the strength and moral character of Khadijah, who was the wife of Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) and the bravery of Acehnese heroine Cut Nyak Dhien, who fought alongside her husband against the Dutch occupation in Indonesia.I got really pumped and excited, I love these kinds of seminars that empower women.I also thought it was great that they were having this here.From a western perspective, I’m sure that many would consider Sharia to be oppressive and unjust towards women.Yet, the women I’ve met here so far have been educated and progressive.This seminar was a great opportunity to see college educated women come together and talk about ways to empower themselves and muster the self confidence to be the best they can be.
When the seminar ended, I met up with some friends of my cousin Gia.He put me in contact with them when I got here so I wouldn’t be completely alone and would have friends.He met them through a Blackberry chat forum, which I thought was kind of weird, but apparently people meet up all the time from chat forums here, so I just went along with it.Their names were Azzim and Mina, and they’re both really awesome people.I think that Mina is quite possibly the only Muslim female in Aceh who doesn’t wear a veil, despite Sharia law.When I first saw her I asked Azzim if she was Christian.Nope.Buddhist?Hindu?Nope.It was really interesting to meet her.She runs her own catering business, and when she goes to work she said that she wears jilbab, but doing so serves more as a formality.They took me to a coffee place where we had lunch and she whipped out a cigarette and started smoking it – another shocking surprise.Although women aren’t banned from smoking in Aceh, it is very taboo to do so.She laughed when I asked her about not veiling and smoking. “A lot of people think I’m a foreigner at first, but when they get to know me they know that it’s just me.I won’t wear jilbab unless the desire to do so comes from the bottom of my heart, and that hasn’t happened just yet.”
When we were done with lunch, we went to Cut Nyat Dienh’s house, which is a museum now.I found her to be fascinating, and after they talked about her at the seminar, I wanted to find out more about her.Her house was beautiful, but it wasn’t the original house.That one was burned down by the Dutch.The updated version also had to go through reconstruction after the tsunami.The house is built in the traditional Acehnese style, which resembles the houses that I saw when I was in Thailand last year.After touring her living quarters, I’ve decided that I want my future house to look just like it.
We went to the beach when we were done looking around the museum.I’ve heard a lot of good things about the beaches in Aceh, but when we got there it completely blew me away.The water was stunning and had a beautiful color that I could not capture on camera.The cliffs surrounding the beach were overgrown with vegetation and created such a pristine sight when the waves crashed onto their gray bases.Aceh has many kinds of beaches, but the one that I visited was more rocky and shelly instead of sandy.I saw enormous black and green crabs scuttling on the rocks and splashing into the water.What truly impressed me about being there was at how untouched it all seemed.Aside from the food stall that sold us es kelapa muda and the little huts that lined the shore, there were barely any people there and it had a serene atmosphere that made me feel almost one with nature.
I was a little sad when the day was over and I had to go home, but I’m looking forward to meeting up with Mina and Azzim again.I had a great time with them, and I’m looking forward to hanging out with them again soon.
Friday:Today, Ibu Eka invited me to go with her to a pesantren as she conducted some of her research.The pesantren we went to was Pesantren Darul Muta’allimin, or Tanoh Abee in Acehnese.It’s located about an hour outside of Darussalam in Aceh Besar.It’s the oldest pesantren in Aceh and used to have up to 1,000 students.But since the head of the pesantren passed away, its numbers have dwindled.It used to have a lot of old Arabic manuscripts and really valuable writings, but a lot of them have been stolen and sold.We spoke with the current head, Umi, who is the widow of the old one.They spoke entirely in Acehnese, which was a problem for me since I don’t speak it, but they decided to use Acehnese in order to let Umi speak more freely than she would be able to in Bahasa Indonesia.I was able to talk to Umi in Bahasa Indonesia, but it was difficult for me to understand her accent.She told me that now there are only 20 girls left, and about 50 boys.She also said that after the students leave, they all tend to teach religion at mosques.Ibu Eka told me that she was writing up a summary of her conversation with Umi anyways, and that she would send me a copy of it later when it’s written.
Going to the pesantren was definitely interesting, but since I was completely lost when Umi and Ibu Eka were speaking, I didn’t really get a lot out of it.Next week Ibu Eka plans on going to another pesantren, and I’m hoping I’ll be able to go with her again.
The view from my bungalow
Sunset on the beach
Sunrise
Before the hike
Fresh water source, GAM used to collect their water from here
You can tell I wasn't tired yet because my camera radar was still functioning
The view from the top!
Grave of an ulammah who was killed by the Dutch. GAM used to pray at this site.
Old GAM living/eating quarters, complete with rusty pot and lantern. There was a cup off to the side that I didn't catch in this picture.
At the top of the mountain!!! Balancing precariously on a tree limb with sharp, jagged rocks beneath me.
AFTER the hike. You can't really tell, but my backpack is filthy. Level of exhaustion: 100%
A view of the mountain I conquered!
The pesantren
