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Photo: / There’s an old tomb at the foot of Mount Tajam and it is about 300 meters from Parit Gunong village. It’s the tomb of Saint Tuk Kundo who was one of the disciples of Syekh Said Husein Abdullah (the preacher who introduced Islamic religion on Belitung Island). When Tuk Kundo arrived in that village, the villagers there were still animists. They hunted deer, boars, birds and monkeys for a living. Tuk Kundo began to give sermons to people for Islamic religion. He proved to be the best Moslem preacher who had successfully done his duties. Tuk Kundo lived in Mak Gadog’s hut, a widow who had a grown up daughter. One day, a marriage proposal reached their address and was gladly accepted by Mak Gadog. She prepared everything for her daughter’s marriage that would be celebrated after the harvest at the end of the year. Mak Gadog had plenty of rice, and what she should provide were the vegetables and meat for the


Photo: There was once a married couple who lived in Nanga village near Beluru Mountain.  Pak Inda (husband) and Bu Tumina (wife) didn’t have kid but they lived happily and earned their living by cultivating their land for farming. They grew upland rice, vegetables, maize, carrots, etc. Pak Inda was a hardworking man and he often went to the seashore to fish. When the harvest came, Pak inda told his wife to dry the rice in the sun by herself, because he wanted to go to take a look at his fish trap. It was low tide when he reached the seashore and he stumbled over a bamboo cane. He picked up the cane and threw it away with all his strength. While he was walking closer to his fish trap, he felt that something touched his foot. He saw it was the bamboo cane that he had thrown away. As he didn’t need any bamboo, he left it behind and started doing his work. It was full of fish in his fish trap. He fastened all the fish w


A farmer in the paddy field There was once a big family living at the foot of Mount Tajam (Gunung Tajam). The climate was warm and rainy and the land was fertile. They got up early and grew vegetables in the garden or went fishing by the river. They took their rest at the riverbank and sang joyfully at sunset. After dinner, the children sat in front of the house and told stories to one another. They lived happily and undisturbed. Tuk Burod was one of the sons in law who was very lazy. He didn’t work and often went to seek pleasure. He liked alcoholic drinks and slept after he got drunk. His father in law was quite upset and advised him to be more diligent. Tuk Burod didn’t take any notice of what the old man said. It seemed that it was too hard for him to change his bad habit. While the dry season was getting closer to its end, the villagers began cutting trees in the forest for planting rice in the rainy season. The old man divided the areas equally. Each of his sons in law go