Complication

One day, a princess visited the spring to wash her blue shawl. Suddenly, the shawl drifted to the middle of the water. When she tried to get it back, a giant dragon appeared and pulled her into a whirlpool. The villagers, frightened, stayed away.

Climax

A brave young man heard the noise and came to help, carrying a sacred kris. He jumped into the spring and fought the dragon. With one strong strike, he stabbed the dragon’s head, and its body broke apart, scattering across the village.

Resolution

After that day, people believed the spring’s blue color came from the princess’s shawl and the dragon’s blood. The spring became a sacred place, and many thought its water could heal.

Coda

Even now, Sendang Banyu Biru is seen as a mystical place. This legend reminds us of courage, sacrifice, and how nature keeps stories alive over time.

Sura and Baya fought for power. The fight turned into a fierce battle. Sura attacked with his sharp teeth, while Baya struck back with his tail and strong jaw. The sea moved, the river rose, and the land broke from their fight. After days without a winner, they finally made a truce: Sura would rule the sea, and Baya would rule the river and the land.

Later, Sura broke their agreement and entered the river to hunt. Baya became angry, and they fought again. This time, the ground shook from their battle. People were frightened by the fierce fight. They named the place Surabaya to remember what happened. Today, Surabaya is still known by this name. The story became a legend, passed down through generations. Surabaya is not just a place, but a symbol of courage and strength. Even now, it is called the City of Heroes because its people are brave and never give up.

Adam Jibran Isam

XI-5

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Once upon a time, in a beautiful village in Java, there lived a highly respected figure named Kanjeng Sepuh. He was a wise scholar with extensive knowledge of and wisdom in religion. He was also known for his friendliness, humility, and willingness to help the community. Many people from various places came to study with him, seeking knowledge and advice. However, one day, the village was disturbed by a group of robbers. They frequently stole crops and disturbed the peace of the residents. The community was afraid and unsure what to do. The villagers then asked Kanjeng Sepuh for help. He refused to fight back with violence, believing that violence would only exacerbate the problem. Finally, Kanjeng Sepuh bravely approached the robbers. The robbers were initially angry and wanted to harm him. However, with gentleness and words of wisdom, Kanjeng Sepuh advised them to abandon their bad deeds. Kanjeng Sepuh's words were so soothing that the robbers came to their senses. They regretted their actions and promised to change. From then on, the village was once again a safe and peaceful place. The villagers grew to respect Kanjeng Sepuh, not only as a religious scholar but also as a savior of the village. To this day, Kanjeng Sepuh's name is remembered as a figure full of wisdom and compassion.

One day, a greedy man arrived. He wanted to fetch a large amount of water, not for his own needs, but simply to sell it for money. As the man filled his jug, the sky suddenly darkened, the initially mild wind became strong, and heavy rain began to fall. The man lost his balance, and the jug he carried shattered into pieces, spilling all the water he had taken.

Since then, the people of Sidayu have revered Telaga Rambit. They also believe that the lake is guarded by a terrifying, invisible creature. To this day, people still draw water from the lake for traditional ceremonies. This story illustrates that human greed can lead to disaster, while sincerity can bring blessings.

However, his leadership faced challenges. During Dutch colonial rule, his people were heavily taxed and their agricultural products were taken, causing hardship. In response, Adipati Kanjeng Sepuh bravely opposed colonial policies. He often traveled at night to help those in need. His actions made him loved by the people but also attracted the attention of the Dutch. He also managed water resources, like Telaga Rambit and Kali Sumpe, to support the villages.

Ultimately, many people benefited from his wisdom and leadership. He left many valuable legacies still remembered today, such as the Mosque of Kanjeng Sepuh, the water wells, and others. A special museum was also built to honor his legacy.

Once upon a time, there was a village called Gedangan in Sidayu, Gresik. People called it 'gedang' due to its abundance of banana trees. According to old stories, the name dates to when Joko Slining chased the princess of Kabonan, hoping to marry her. She hid behind a banana tree in the village.

One day, villagers discovered a cave at the southern end of Gedangan. The cave became important as villagers extracted white stone, cut it into blocks, and sold it for building houses.

While working, a villager slipped and fell into the cave. He was rescued, reminding everyone that although the cave helped the community earn money, it was also a dangerous place. Villagers knew they had to be careful. They had to work more carefully.

Later, a worker from a nearby village heard about the profits from the white stone and decided to sneak into the cave. He tried to take as much white stone as possible, but he slipped deep inside and was trapped by falling rocks. Unlike the earlier accident, this time, no one could save him, and he was never found. People believe he may have died in the cave.

Long ago in Java, there was a princess named Melirang. She was admired for her fair skin and kind heart. Many suitors asked to marry her, but she turned them all down. In the kingdom of Solo, a prince named Solo heard about her. He was handsome, strong, and confident, though sometimes a bit stubborn and proud.

One day, Prince Solo decided he wanted to marry Princess Melirang, so he told his mother about his plan. "Mom, I want to go to Java Island. I want to marry Princess Melirang," he said, asking for her permission. His mother agreed but warned him, "If you want to marry the princess, you cannot sleep during your journey. You must keep your eyes open at all times." Prince Solo understood his mother's warning and began his journey.

The prince traveled for days, but the journey wore him out. He became so tired that he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he was lost in the Java Sea. Realizing he had failed, he felt angry, sad, and ashamed. These feelings changed him into a giant serpent. The serpent thrashed around, its body pressing against the land and sea. At last, it collapsed and turned into solid ground. The serpent’s head became Watu Agung village, its belly became Tanjung Widoro, and its tail became Kramat. Together, these places became Mengare Island.

Even now, people believe that Mengare Island is a reminder of the Prince of Solo’s sad story. His lost love and fate have become a legend that lives on.

Long ago, as the Majapahit Empire was fading, its treasured heirlooms needed to be moved to the new kingdom of Demak. Among these was a sacred stone, thought to hold magical powers.

Two giant white cranes were chosen to carry the stone to Demak. They flew over forests and rivers, determined to deliver it safely. Over what is now Tuban, some shepherds saw them. The shepherds laughed at the cranes, who looked like they were having trouble with the heavy stone. Upset and tired from being teased, the cranes lost their hold. The sacred stone slipped from their claws and fell to the earth with a thunderous crash. The ground shook, and a deep mark was left where the stone landed. The people called it “Watu Tiban,” which means “the fallen stone.”

Since then, people have called the place where the stone fell Tuban, a name believed to come from “Watu Tiban.” The stone is still kept safe as a symbol of Tuban’s origins. Today, it is preserved at the Kambang Putih Museum, where locals come to pay their respects. The story of Watu Tiban continues to inspire pride and unity in Tuban, reminding people of their shared past.

Firsyabella aulia (15)

Once upon a time, in Pantenan Village, long ago, the village was located to the west of Bluri Village, Solokuro District, Lamongan Regency, approximately 0.5 km away. Over time, however, the present-day Pantenan Village has moved farther east, and it is now approximately 1.6 km from the border of Bluri Village, although it remains within Pantenan’s territory. Evidence of its former location remains today in the form of a spring, which locals still refer to as the “Pantenan Village. " In those long-ago days, Pantenan Village was guided by the wise Penggedi Pantenan, a leader fueled by love and dreams. His heart was set on marrying a princess from Kabunan, a land whispered about in Sidokilar, known also as Klayar Village. Yet fate intervened: before his wedding day arrived, an enemy’s arrow claimed his life, and he was laid to rest in distant Klayar Village. His passing left the village adrift. Tensions bubbled between Pantenan and Bluri, and tradition turned to quarrel. Life grew uneasy until hope stirred. One day, a gentle villager named Joko wandered east of the village. Under the boughs of a mighty banyan tree, he glimpsed a bird, and beneath it, discovered the mouth of a great well—water whispering deep within. Joko named this marvel Sumur Gede, "the big well." Reparched from his discovery, Joko knelt at the edge of the newfound well, longing for a drink. With quick thinking, he shaped a senggotan—a simple tool of yellow bamboo—to draw up fresh water. Quenching his thirst, an idea blossomed: what if the whole village moved here, to begin anew near this generous spring? He hurried home to share the news. The villagers, stirred by Joko’s tale and trust, agreed. Together, they made the journey, settling in the place touched by the big well and the tool he had made. Hearing this, the people agreed, and they all decided to move together to the new spot.

Because people used the senggotan to draw water in the past, the area gradually became known as Senggot Village. Even now, people in nearby villages still refer to it as Senggot, despite its official name being Pantenan Village.

By: Intan Nur Qaulan Sadida (18)

Once upon a time, in the peaceful village of Glatik, there was a mysterious well known as Sumur Ombe. The villagers believed that anyone who drank from its crystal clear water would be protected from illness and misfortune. The well never dried, not even in the longest dry season, and people whispered that a magical golden fish guarded the well.

According to the elders, this fish was no ordinary creature. Its scales glowed like sunlight, and its eyes shimmered like the moon. It swam endlessly in deep water, usually unseen, but its presence kept the well pure and sacred. Out of respect, the villagers never disturbed the fish. They only took the water they needed and left. Because of this, their lives stayed healthy.

One day, a wealthy man from the city named Raditya heard the story of Sumur Ombe. Greedy for its power, he traveled to Glatik and demanded to see the magical fish.

"Stay away from the well, sir," warned the village elder. "The golden fish is not to be disturbed. If angered, disaster will follow."

Raditya only laughed. "Old tales and childish fears. I will take the fish, and its magic will belong to me."

Late one night, Raditya lowered a net into the well. To his surprise, the golden fish appeared. Its body shone brighter than fire. As soon as the net touched the water, the well began to shake. Thunder roared in the sky above. The golden fish rose to the surface with blazing eyes and spoke in a voice that echoed like waves.

"Your selfish desire has broken the harmony of this village. For this, the people shall pay."

Terrified, Raditya fell to his knees. "Please forgive me, I did not know your power was so great," he cried.

The golden fish stared at him. "You shall leave this place and never return, but for the curse you have brought, the people of this village must pay."

After this, Raditya disappeared in fear, never to be seen again. But the curse remained. Every year, the people of Glatik gathered their best harvest to offer to the well. They also held a special wayang festival to keep their harmony.

Long ago, on the slopes of Lawu Mountain, lived a husband and wife named Ki Pasir and Nyi Pasir. They had a son named Joko Lelung, who liked wandering to unfamiliar places and practicing spiritual knowledge through meditation. As he grew older, Joko Lelung often returned home before continuing his journeys.

As time passed, Ki Pasir’s body grew weaker, so he decided to meditate in a cave, hoping for guidance to extend his life. During his meditation, he dreamed of finding a large egg that would lead to immortality. Guided by this dream, Ki Pasir ended his meditation and set out to search for the egg.

One day, while Ki Pasir was working in the field, he found a large and unusual egg, just like the one from his dream. He took it home and decided to cook it. The next morning, he ate the egg for breakfast before heading back to work. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and itchy, and his body began to grow animal scales. In a panic, Ki Pasir searched for water to bathe in, hoping it would alleviate the heat and discomfort.

After collecting firewood, Nyi Pasir came home and saw the plate of cooked egg on the table. She ate it, not knowing it was the strange egg Ki Pasir had found. Soon, she felt dizzy and itchy, just as her husband did. Unable to stand the discomfort, Nyi Pasir went to the water for relief. There, she saw a furious dragon, who was actually her husband. She slipped into the water by accident, and her body changed too. In the water, both of them felt strong anger and believed they had been cursed. Wanting revenge, they decided to create a huge whirlpool to flood Mount Lawu.

When Joko Lelung returned home from his meditation, he realized that the chaos at home was caused by his parents’ transformations. He hurriedly recited a prayer that calmed and ultimately ended the lives of the two giant dragons. The dragons’ rampage created a lake. To honor his parents, Joko Lelung named the lake Telaga Pasir, which is also known as Telaga Sarangan.

Once upon a time, in 1950, in the city of Gresik, a woman named Mrs. Tjio lived. After Indonesia gained its independence, it thought about what kind of food traders could bring on long trips. Since Gresik was busy with trade and livestock, people needed meals that were filling, long-lasting, and easy to carry.

One day, Mrs. Tjio's close friend suggested that they try making food from local ingredients, such as rice flour, coconut milk, and sugar. Inspired by the idea, Mrs. Tjio decided to create a sweet, chewy treat together with her friend. They mixed the ingredients and tasted as they went, trying to get the flavor just right.

After cooking, they realized they still needed a way to package the food. With time running out, they wanted to wrap it neatly and keep the rice flour from clumping. Looking around for ideas, Mrs. Tjio decided to try using bean leaves called 'ope.'

Her friend said the bean leaves would be perfect for wrapping food. They are strong and easy to open, making them practical for eating. Excited, they picked areca leaves from Mrs. Tjio's garden and tied them with raffia to keep everything secure.

After that, the food was ready to eat. While eating, Mrs. Tjio and her friend thought about a name. Once the food was ready, Mrs. Tjio and her friend sat down to eat and started thinking of a name that would link it to Gresik. After sharing ideas, they agreed on the name 'pudak.' The name came from sea pandanus flowers and siwalan trees found along the coast of East Java, especially in Dalegan, Gresik., They offered them in bundles. This made it easier for traders and buyers to trade and buy. Over time, Pudak became well-known and popular among locals and newcomers.

Eventually, Mrs. Tjio and her friend opened their first shop to make selling easier. They called it 'Toko Pudak Sari Kelapa.' By 1970, it was the second-oldest pudak shop in Gresik. They were proud that their creation became a favorite treat and souvenir for many people.

Long ago, in central Java, there lived a beautiful princess from the royal palace of Solo, named Melirang, and a prince named Solo. One day, the prince became mesmerized by Princess Melirang's beauty and wished to marry her. Preparing to propose, the prince went to his mother for her blessing. She advised him not to sleep during the journey to see the princess.

He left with two magical bodyguards, careful not to forget important items like the wesi tuwo weapon. The Prince of Solo traveled through a dense forest and crossed the Bengawan Solo river, once called Bengawan Lawas. After this journey, he found Princess Melirang.

Prince Solo told Princess Melirang he wished her to become his wife. She refused, not wanting an arranged marriage, and ran away. Distraught, Prince Solo searched for her. To find her more quickly, he transformed into a large snake.

Still, Princess Melirang's trail vanished. She had escaped by boat down the Bengawan Solo River toward the north coast, heading east, and eventually landed at Bengawan Legowo, now known as Telaga Pacar in Kramat village, Mengare Island.

The snake, once Prince Solo, searched for her along the Bengawan Solo river. After months without success, the snake felt hopeless and decided to meditate near the Java Sea off the coast of Madura Island.

The snake's body coiled, and, according to legend, it became a landmass that formed Mengare Island. Currently, the people living on Mengare Island, separated by the Bengawan Solo river, prosper in agriculture and fishing. The three villages on Mengare Island are believed to correspond to parts of the snake’s body:

● The head becomes Watu Agung Village.

● The belly becomes Tanjung Widoro Village.

● The tail becomes Kramat Village.

Long ago, in the Kingdom of Kediri, a king named Prabu Lembu Amiseno resided. He had two beautiful daughters, Dewi Kilisuci and her younger sister Dewi Sekartaji, who had golden Langsat-colored skin. Both princesses were known for their gentle hearts and deep love for the people.

One day, the palace fell silent and somber after everyone learned that the two princesses had fallen ill. Dewi Kilisuci grew weak from jaundice, while Dewi Sekartaji suffered from goiter and painful skin problems. The palace tried everything, but nothing worked.

When nothing in the kingdom could help, the two princesses decided to leave the palace. They bravely traveled through thick forests until they reached the foothills of Mount Wilis, in Bajulan Village.

There, in the calm and cool place, they met a wise sage named Resi Darmo who lived at the Ringin Putih hermitage. He welcomed them kindly, prepared herbal medicine for them, and instructed them to bathe in a nearby, clear, and fresh waterfall.

Every day, Dewi Kilisuci and Dewi Sekartaji bathed and soaked. Each day, Dewi Kilisuci and Dewi Sekartaji bathed in the waterfall and drank the herbal medicine from Resi Darmo. The cold water made them feel stronger, and gradually, they began to improve. Their smiles returned, and they felt healthy again. After they recovered, the princesses stayed for a while, enjoying the cool forest, the sound of the water, and the peace of nature. Two princesses, especially Dewi Sekartaji, who patiently sought healing there.” The waterfall remains a sacred heritage, full of legend, and people believe it brings blessings and safety to all who visit.

Kelas:XI-5

Absen:23

Once upon a time in Ngawen Village, Sidayu, lived Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh The Eighth, a respected religious leader and regent. Known for arriving early to the mosque for prayers and dhikr, he became puzzled by a recurring event.

One day, his curiosity grew stronger than ever. As usual, when Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh The Eighth went to perform congregational prayers at the Kanjeng Sepuh Sidayu Mosque, he noticed that someone was already there, reciting dhikr. Strangely, although Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh was typically the first to arrive, this mysterious person would also always be the last to leave the mosque.

As his curiosity reached its peak, Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh finally asked his disciple to secretly follow the mysterious figure. The disciple was shocked to see the person walk toward a place now known as the Tomb of Mbah Sinari, then simply disappear.

Following this strange discovery, when the tomb was first found, it was still hidden in the dense forest. After cleaning, several other graves were uncovered nearby, believed to be older, even possibly dating back to Siti Fatimah binti Maimun, a prominent Islamic figure whose tomb is located in Gresik.

Building on these discoveries, the local people came to believe that Mbah Sinari is the fifth Kanjeng Sepuh Sidayu, known as Nogosaliro. He is said to have possessed a 2.5-meter-long Cakra Tirta spear, a powerful weapon, and a loyal white horse that accompanied him wherever he went.

As stories about the site and its significance spread, over time, this grave became a pilgrimage site for travelers. They come to the grave with rice, pray, and then eat the rice together. Some even take it home to share with their neighbor.

This prayed-over rice is now widely believed to cure incurable diseases. While such stories may sound mystical, for those who visit, they are regarded as a form of effort and faith

A long time ago, in the quiet village of Golokan, people told stories about three mysterious wells: Dahar, Golok, and Mbakyu Kuning. Dahar Well was thought to be the oldest. Travelers and villagers would stop there to rest and share meals, which is why it was called Dahar, meaning 'to eat' in Javanese. The second well, Golok, was said to hide a magical blade at its bottom. This weapon was believed to give great strength and protect whoever found it. The village itself was later named Golokan because of this legend. The third well, Mbakyu Kuning, was linked to a noblewoman who often wore yellow. Some people also whispered about a golden weapon that would appear and disappear near the well. Because of its strange feeling, people eventually left the well alone, and it became quiet and untouched. Even now, the stories of these three wells are part of the village, whether people believe them or not.

Kelas: XI-5

Absen: 17

Once, in Madura, there was a highly respected king who governed with judicious wisdom. He had one lovely daughter, Potre Koneng, and she was very lovely. Princes from faraway kingdoms came many times to offer for her hand in marriage, but as yet the king had not accepted any of the suitors for his sole daughter.

Potre Koneng was not only beautiful, but also gentle and kind. The people adored her, and she frequently helped the poor, speaking to them with kindness and care. Everyone loved her. One night, she had a strange dream. In it, she met a brave knight named Adipodai, and they fell deeply in love.

The next day, Potre Koneng felt something unusual. Soon, she was sure she was pregnant. Afraid and confused by the consequences of her dream, she feared her father, the king, would not believe her.

When the king found out his daughter was pregnant, he became furious. He believed Potre Koneng had brought shame to the royal family. In his anger, he sent her away from the palace. Potre Koneng left in tears, feeling grief and loneliness as she went into exile.

Potre Koneng’s difficult life continued in exile. She had once been a princess, but now she lived alone and in poverty. Even though she suffered, she stayed brave and hoped that one day people would see her true worth and restore her honor.

At last, Potre Koneng met the knight from her dream. It was Adipodai, a brave warrior meant for her. He proved her innocence, and their union was blessed by the gods. The king, feeling sorry, welcomed Adipodai as his son-in-law. Potre Koneng and Adipodai lived happily, and their love became a legend about faith, hardship, and destiny.

When he came to Sidayu, his goal was to spread Islam and teach good values. He saw that many still followed old traditions and believed in supernatural powers, so he took time to talk with them and share what he knew.

When Sidayu faced a serious water shortage, the people were worried and unsure what to do. Kanjeng Sepuh gathered everyone and comforted them with kind words. He led a prayer and then started digging in a chosen spot. After some work, clean water appeared, giving the people what they needed for drinking and daily life.

Because of these events, the people of Sidayu trusted and respected Kanjeng Sepuh even more. When he passed away, they mourned him deeply and cared for his grave, which became a place for people to visit and pray. Even now, visitors from many places come to pay their respects to him.

Xl-5 / 21

A long time ago, around the 14th–15th century, there was a wise king in Keraton Surokerto who had a brave and curious son. The prince always dreamed of meeting Princess Ayu Mengare.

One day, the prince reassured himself that he would eventually meet her. The prince disguised himself as a snake to hide his identity. He traveled through heavy rain, and the path later became known as Bengawan Solo.

On his way, he saw Princess Melirang and whispered, "She is so beautiful". Forgetting his mission, the prince wandered to the river mouth. Feeling ashamed, he decided to remain there and meditate.

The king waited, but the prince never returned. He ordered, "Find my son," to Prince Ibnu Sukarso. The commander searched everywhere but only met a wise teacher, Mbah Ngabar.

Prince Ibnu Sukarso respectfully requested to learn from Mbah Ngabar. He studied for years and eventually married the teacher’s daughter, Umi Zulaiha. Together, they had three children.

In 1516, Maulana Umar Malik Al Akbar passed away, and Prince Ibnu Sukarso continued his pesantren, which was called Ngabar. Later, while expanding his territory, he swept the land with a broomstick. In Javanese, this act was known as Ngerek, and the area was referred to as Kerek.

During the Hindu-Buddha era, a village called Lemah Delik was established, consisting of Palemaan and Kerek. However, the two regions often clashed due to their differences. Finally, the leaders united them into one village.

The new name was Sukorejo, derived from Suko (meaning joy) and Rejo (meaning prosperity).

KH. Soleh Mustofa blessed the new name. From then, Sukorejo prospered, passed through many leaders, and continued to grow to today.

One day, a wise man named Ki Bei Surongso arrived. People in Karangturi later called him Mbah Bashir. He noticed that the land, though covered by forest, was actually fertile. With courage and determination, he cleared the land, cut down the trees, and started a new settlement.

At first, life in the new place was difficult. The forest was dense and hard to clear. Many residents fell ill, and crops often failed. Some people lost hope, fearing the land would never sustain them.

However, Mbah Bashir (Ki Bei Surongso) strengthened the hearts of the people by saying:

To honor its origin, the village was named Karangturi, after the rare turi trees that once grew there. Over time, Karangturi developed into three hamlets: Karangturi, Celan, and Karangasem.

Nama : MUHAMMAD RIZQI ALVIN MAULANA

Absen : 22

Kelas : XI-5

Long ago, in the 17th century, a wealthy merchant named Raden Zaini lived. He was known for his charm and enjoyed exploring the oceans, setting out with the goal of discovering the island of Java independently. Throughout his journey, he faced many challenges at sea, yet his determination remained steadfast.

As his journey continued, he encountered serious trouble one day. His ship struck a rock in the shallow waters off Kedung Village. Forced to anchor there and look for supplies to repair his ship, he tried to calm himself by asking for a fire to light his cigar, but everyone else ignored him, busy with their own activities.

Amid these challenges, he unexpectedly met a merchant’s daughter who happily gave him fire. They both immediately fell in love, and Raden Zaini decided to settle down and live happily with the merchant’s daughter.

In the years that followed, until their deaths, they were both buried on a plateau now called “JERAGANAN” because of their background as wealthy merchants. To this day, their graves are still frequently visited by the community, revered and cared for as ancestors of the Jeraganan hamlet.

Kelas: XI-5

Absen: 17

Nyi Lurah successfully achieved her goal. But after seven months, she still had not returned the keris. Concerned that it might be misused, Sunan Ampel sent one of his students to retrieve the weapon.

When the student arrived, he told Nyi Lurah why he had come. She refused to give back the weapon. Feeling unwelcome, the student decided to take the keris in secret.

One night, he entered Nyi Lurah’s house and took the keris. When Nyi Lurah realized it was stolen, she gathered the villagers, and they chased the student. The chase led them to Lamongan. At the border of Babat–Pucuk, a large tamarind tree blocked the student’s path. A spear was thrown at him, but suddenly a deer passed by and was hit instead. Feeling saved, the student thanked Allah and decided his descendants must not eat deer meat.

He kept running toward Surabaya. When he reached a pond full of catfish, the villagers were still right behind him. With nowhere else to go, he jumped into the pond. Amazingly, the catfish did not hurt him. Instead, they swam above him and hid him from view. The villagers thought it was impossible to hide among such dangerous fish, so they gave up and left. The student came out safely and decided that his descendants should not eat catfish, since the fish had saved his life. that he finally returned the keris to Sunan Ampel. Some stories claim that the student was Ronggohadi, who later cleared the Lamongan forest and became the first regent of Lamongan, holding the title Bupati Surajaya.

Even today, many people from Lamongan, especially those living in Glagah, the town center, and the coastal areas, avoid eating catfish, particularly if both their parents are from Lamongan. They are afraid of breaking the old vow. People believe that if a descendant eats catfish, their skin will become patchy like a catfish’s.

kelas : XI-5

Absen : 24

Long ago, people in a small village struggled to find enough water, always worrying about meeting their daily needs.

Meanwhile, in this same village, a kind man named Sunan Giri arrived and decided to help by building a well. But the villagers became impatient and started fighting over the water. As a result, the village became known as Desa Pedurungan.

In addition to this tale, there is another story connected to the area. One day, Sunan Giri traveled to Lamongan, where he met a woman named Nyi Lurah. Nyi Lurah wanted to borrow Sunan Giri’s keris (a traditional dagger). Sunan Giri agreed, but he gave one condition: she must return it after seven full moons had passed.

When the time came, after seven full moons, Sunan Giri sent his student to retrieve the keris. But Nyi Lurah refused to return it.

That night, the student took the keris quietly and escaped. Nyi Lurah’s children chased him as he ran to a fish farm full of catfish. People said it was dangerous, yet he hid in the water with the catfish and prayed for safety.

Then something amazing happened. The catfish gathered around him and hid him from Nyi Lurah’s children, so he was safe.

Afterward, the student made a promise: neither he, his children, nor his grandchildren would ever eat catfish again.

These stories together form the legend from my hometown about Desa Pedurungan and Lamongan.

In early 19th-century Sidayu, there lived a respected leader named Raden Adipati Suryodiningrat, whom people later called Kanjeng Sepuh. He served as regent and was a devoted scholar, always working for his people's welfare.

Even though he was a leader, Kanjeng Sepuh was known for being humble. At night, he would walk alone through the villages, wearing simple clothes and leaving behind any signs of his status, just to see how his people lived.

One night, his steps stopped at a small bamboo hut. From inside, he heard the cry of a hungry child. Gently, he knocked on the door.

“Peace be upon you,” he said softly.

A worried mother came out and was startled.

“Wa’alaikum salam... Kanjeng, why do you come to our poor house at this hour?”

Kanjeng Sepuh smiled and handed her a small bundle of food.

“It is nothing. I only wish to make sure that you do not sleep hungry tonight.”

With tears streaming down her cheeks, the mother cradled her now quiet child and expressed gratitude for his kindness, saying that her child had been crying from hunger.

Kanjeng Sepuh did not wait for thanks. He bowed and quietly continued his walk into the night, moving from one home to another, always watching over his people.

Beyond his kindness, Kanjeng Sepuh was also courageous. On another day, his bravery was tested when a Dutch officer came to the regency hall and demanded more taxes.

Kanjeng Sepuh looked at him with calm, yet firm, eyes.

“My people already suffer enough. I will not burden them with unjust taxes.”

“This is an order!” the officer replied angrily.

Kanjeng Sepuh stood up. He spoke in a steady, strong voice.

“An order that oppresses the people is not worthy of obedience. As long as I rule, the people of Sidayu will never be enslaved.”

The people outside the hall cheered. They knew their leader cared more about their dignity and freedom than his own comfort.

Kanjeng Sepuh passed away on March 9, 1856. The people were deeply saddened. Thousands joined his funeral procession to the cemetery in Pekauman, behind the mosque he loved. The air was filled with cries and prayers as everyone mourned.

After his passing, an old man walking with his cane whispered with trembling lips, "He was not just a regent... he was a guardian for the poor." Yet the memory of Kanjeng Sepuh lives on. Each year, the people of Sidayu gather to honor him with prayers and readings. The mosque he built still stands, his tomb is often visited, and a museum preserves the regency's history.

To the people of Gresik and Sidayu, Kanjeng Sepuh was more than just a ruler. He embodied the qualities of true leadership: humility, compassion, courage in the face of injustice, and unwavering honesty. His legacy endures—not only at his grave, but alive in the hearts of the people and in the way his spirit continues to guide Sidayu. Through his deeds, Kanjeng Sepuh became not just a memory, but a living example of what it means to serve with honor.

One day, when the 8th Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh was about to perform congregational prayers at the Kanjeng Sepuh Sidayu Mosque, he found a man who had arrived earlier than he had. The man was reciting dzikir, even though Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh was usually the first to arrive there. After performing congregational prayers and dzikir, people began to leave the mosque one by one to return home. But the man was the last to leave.

Over the next few days, the same thing kept happening. Each time the elderly man came to the mosque, he saw the other man arrive before him and leave after everyone else. After witnessing this several times, Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh grew curious and decided to learn who the man was.

After performing congregational prayers and dzikir, Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh asked one of his students to follow the man to learn who he was. The student followed the man as he walked into a forest. However, when the student tried to get closer, the man suddenly disappeared without a trace.

When the student saw the man vanish, he returned to inform Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh of what had happened. Hearing this report, Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh felt uneasy, so he decided to go to the forest and clean it himself.

After the forest was cleared, they found old graves inside. One belonged to Mbah Sinari, who the community believed was the fifth Mbah Kanjeng Sepuh, also called Nogosaliro. Over time, more people visited his grave to make pilgrimages. Visitors often brought rice to pray over and then eat, believing it could help cure stubborn skin diseases. For the community, this practice is an expression of their faith and effort.

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Once upon a time, there was a woman from a poor family who poured out her complaints to Sunan Giri. This woman, from Roomo Village, Manyar, Gresik, sought his guidance for her struggles. After listening, Sunan Giri told her to "sell" her village, but the woman was confused by this advice.

Later, the woman understood that Sunan Giri did not mean she should actually sell her village. Instead, he suggested she sell something using the village's name. Inspired, she created a simple dish using whatever spices she had and called it lontong roomo or bubur roomo, after her hometown.

Bubur roomo is a bright orange, thick, and dense dish with a savory smell and a texture similar to most porridge. It uses basic spices like garlic, coriander, turmeric, and red chili, all of which are mixed with rice flour and cooked into a porridge.

History says that one of the walisongo first introduced roomo seasoning. Sunan Giri created a special seasoning that piqued the curiosity of local people to try it. Even though he only made a little, it was enough for many, and some was left over. Today, people in Gresik still see roomo porridge as a blessing and continue to make it.

Long ago, before the Majapahit Empire fell in 1543 AD, the Lamongan area was ruled by Sunan Giri. During this period, a young man named Hadi, later known as Rangga Hadi after earning the rank of Rangga, lived in Cancing Hamlet (now Sendangrejo Village, Ngimbang District). He learned about religion and government from Sunan Giri.

Because of his good character and strong morals, he became Sunan Giri's favorite student. He helped spread Islam and organize the government. Following his teacher's instructions, he went to the western Giri region to continue spreading Islam and set up an Islamic government.

As he traveled by river from Mount Pandan to the Gresik Sea, he found a village that grew and prospered under his guidance. He then continued to Kenduruan, passing through dry areas. With the spear of the second Sunan Giri, he struck the ground, and water sprang up. This miracle led many local people to accept Islam.

Similar events happened in two other places before he reached Kenduruan. There, Rangga Hadi set up a government and religious center, showing his skill in caring for and guiding the community, known as "ngemong" in Javanese. Mbah Lamong became the first Duke of Lamongan, with the title Tumenggung Surajaya. The name Lamongan comes from this important figure in history.

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A long time ago in East Java, there was a district called Kebomas. The land was fertile, with limestone hills, and it sat near the heart of Gresik city. Kebomas was special because it saw the spread of Islam in Java. Since it was close to Sunan Giri’s tomb, the people there grew up with strong faith and rich traditions.

One afternoon, two young villagers, Aurel and Dani, sat under a big banyan tree near the rice fields.

Dani : “Aurel, do you know why Kebomas is so important in history?”

Aurel : “Of course, Dani. Our land was once part of the trade routes. And because of Sunan Giri and the other saints, our people have always lived with strong religious values.”

Dani : “Yes, my grandfather always says that Kebomas is a land blessed with culture and faith.”

However, Kebomas did not always have a peaceful past.

One night, Dani listened to his grandfather’s story.

Grandfather: “Long ago, during the Dutch colonial period, life here was very difficult. People had to pay heavy taxes to the Dutch. Many families could barely eat.”

Dani: “That must have been so sad, Grandpa. Did our people fight back?”

Grandfather: “They endured with patience, and some joined the struggle for independence.”

As time went on and Indonesia became independent, Kebomas faced new challenges. Factories and industries started to appear around the hills.

Aurel: “Dani, look at our green rice fields… now they’ve turned into factories and housing.”

Dani: “Yes, Aurel. On the one hand, people are happy because they can find jobs. But on the other hand, our environment is getting worse.”

Aurel: “I’m worried, Dani. If this continues, our traditions might disappear.”

Still, the people of Kebomas kept going. They worked to balance progress with keeping their culture alive.

One day, the villagers gathered in the town hall.

Village Head: “My brothers and sisters, we must not lose our identity. Let us welcome progress, but we must also protect our traditions.”

Elder: “That’s right. We will continue pilgrimages, preserve the arts, and teach the history of Kebomas to our children.”

Aurel: “Exactly. We can have factories and schools, but we must keep our culture and faith.”

Dani: “Yes, Kebomas can be modern and still remain historical.”

From then on, everyone worked together. They supported new industries, but also took care of the environment and kept their traditions alive.

Today, Kebomas is a modern district with factories and homes. But people still remember it as the land near Sunan Giri, where history, faith, and tradition are still alive.

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Long ago, on Java's northern coast, a vast land of forests and swamps was home to only a few simple groups. Their lives were difficult, as overflowing rivers often brought devastating floods.

Among them lived Raden Panji Lamong, a wise and brave leader who preached Islam. Never selfish, he always helped the poor and troubled, earning deep respect for his wisdom.

The peace did not last. One day, rain poured for months. The rivers could not hold the water, and a great flood destroyed homes and rice fields. The villagers panicked, some even wanting to leave, thinking the area uninhabitable.

Raden Panji Lamong addressed his people: "Do not run away. We must face this disaster together. If we unite, we can solve this problem and make our land livable again."

Hearing this, the people agreed with Raden Panji Lamong’s suggestion.

With strong resolve, Raden Panji Lamong led the people. Together they built dikes, dug waterways, and fortified riverbanks. He worked beside them, offering encouragement and prayers for success.

Days passed, and their hard work paid off. Under Raden Panji Lamong's leadership, the floods ended and life returned to normal.

In gratitude, the people named the land Lamongan, believing the name came from Raden Panji Lamong.

As time passed, Lamongan evolved into a bustling area. Many visitors and traders from other regions stopped by, and the teachings of Islam spread widely as the area often became a place for Islamic preaching, especially by Sunan Giri and Sunan Drajat.

Today, Lamongan is recognized as a regency in East Java, a land rich in history, culture, and legend. Raden Panji Lamong's struggle against the great flood remains the origin story remembered by its people.

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‎Orientation

A long time ago, on the northern coast of Gresik, there lived a princess named Melirang from the Solo Palace. She was known for her beauty, intelligence, and kindness. But her father wanted her to marry a nobleman from China, even though she did not love him. Princess Melirang refused.

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‎Complication

Upset by her father's decision, Princess Melirang escaped in a small boat. She traveled down the Bengawan Solo River and finally reached a peaceful coast, far from her home. This place would one day be known as Mengare Island.

At the same time, her father was furious that she had run away. He called upon a giant magical snake to bring her back. The snake was so huge that its body stretched from the river all the way to the coast. It found Princess Melirang and almost took her away.

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‎Resolution

However, the wicked plan did not go unnoticed. Sunan Giri, a great wali of Java, discovered the plot and sent his student, Sunan Karebet—also known as Jaka Tingkir—to face A fierce battle followed. The snake attacked, but Jaka Tingkir prayed and used his spiritual strength. In the end, with God's help, the snake was defeated. Its body fell on the shore and became land. into land.

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‎Reorientation / Moral

From then on, people believed that the snake’s head became Watuagung Village, its body became Tanjung Widoro Village, and its tail became Kramat Village. Together, these three villages formed what is now called Mengare Island.

Because of this story, people see Mengare Island as a sacred place. They believe the land brings blessings, the sea is full of fish, and the soil is rich. Even now, the tale of Princess Melirang and the giant snake is shared as the origin of Mengare Island.