Hadji Samanhudi (1868 – 28 December 1956) was founder of Sarekat Dagang Islam, a mass organization in Indonesia that was previously an association for batik traders in Surakarta.
Born in Lawiyan, Solo (Surakarta) as Soedarno Nadi, he was educated until SR (Sekolah Rakyat) but he didn't graduate. After that he learned Islam in Surabaya. At the same time he traded batik.
Samanhudi founded Sarekat Dagang Islam, or Islamic Trade Union in 1911. The Union consists of batik entrepreneurs in East and Central Java to protect their business from Chinese competition. The members of the organization were unified by a common religion, Islam, albeit one with many influences from mysticism and local traditions. Samanhudi remained as its chairman until 1914, two years after Tjokroaminoto transformed the organization into a political one.
Since 1920, Samanhudi became inactive in the party. His health was bad, but his interest to national movement never calmed down. For a long time his name never appeared. After Indonesia's independence, he was active again. To defend Republic of Indonesia facing Dutch aggression, Samanhudi formed Solo Branch of Indonesian Rebel Front (Barisan Pemberontak Indonesia Cabang Solo) and Pancasila Union Branch (Cabang Persatuan Pancasila). When the Netherlands launched Clash II, he formed an army named Hawk Union Movement (Gerakan Kesatuan Alap-alap). That army was assigned to provide equipments mainly foods for army union fighting in the front line. There were many services he gave when Indonesian National Revolution took place.
why is your raincoat
always crying?
why does the hat on your head
hang over your eyes?
your white shirt is buttoned
way up to the top
suspicious that zippers
don't know when to stop
and there's certain a jacket is lying
why is your raincoat always crying?
why is your nightgown
so sad and sleepy?
what is the secret
your make-up refuses to tell?
bright colours grow weary
from years of neglect
brown scarf
grows tight
around your pretty neck
and just what is that sweater implying?
why is your raincoat always crying?
why does that old road
back like its dying?
why does it cling to your side
hanging on for dear life?
as you take off that dress
and you put on the next one
each hopeful outfit
will beg the same question
if going outside
is really worth trying