Ladies and gentleman/teachers, My name is Naira Syam from SMP Sultan Agung.

Today I‘m going to tell

you a story from North Sumatera. Do you know, there is a mystic dance in Samosir Island called the
dance of Sigale Gale. And now, I’m going to tell you the legend behind of the mystic dance “Sigale Gale”

A very long time ago, there was a powerful kingdom ruled by a wise king. He had a son who was
prepared to continue his generation. The prince was gifted in every aspect: martial art, education and
literature. But suddenly, he suffered from a disease. The king was shocked and very sad. Because of the
love of the king, he called the healers or shamans, the best from all over to treat his son. But no one
were successful. The prince was getting worse, paler and finally died.

For days, the king mourned because of the loss of his only child. He missed his son so much, but he could
not do anything. He prayed every day to God. “God, please send back my son to me. I miss him so much,
please someone bring back my son to me, please.”

Not so long after the incident, the king heard about the greatness of a shaman who was very powerful at
that time. He sent his guard to find the shaman. When they found the shaman, the king asked the
shaman to bring back his child. “Oh, powerful shaman, please help me to bring back my son”. And the
shaman said “Yes, I can do that, but under two conditions”. The shaman asked for two conditions, first
the king had to prepare for a wooden statue that was look like his son. And the second, the king was not
allowed to get close to the statue. If it was violated, the child would return to death and his body would
turn into a wooden statue.

With great joy, the king agreed and quickly prepared a statue resembling his son. As the music started,
the shaman began chanting and issued the spell “Ale Mula Jadi Na Bolon, tangihon ma tamianhon,
marsahala ma ho. Pa ro ma tondi mi pangeran tu gana ganaan. Jala mulak ma ho tu damang parsinuan
mu.” And immediately, the statue started to dance by itself. The king was amazed and in tears. He could
not resist his longing and forgot his promise. He ran and hugged his son tightly, but the statue was no
longer moving.

“Oh no, my son! My son!”. The king regretted what he had done, and lost his son again. He could not
blame the shaman or the other people. He was very sad. He learned not to dwell in the past, and freed
the shaman. The, he named the wooden statue as Sigale Gale.

Since that day, the king ordered to move Sigale Gale to dance with the music whenever he missed his
son.

Ladies and gentleman/teachers, the moral of this story is: We must never dwell in the past. The future
will give us more happiness than the past. Thank you.