" Sabar tok… sabar makcik… Sabar semua. Allah tak pernah tidur. Jangan rasa sunyi. Jangan rasa keseorangan. Bumi Patani ni tanah para anbiya'? Tak pasti. Tapi tanah ni tanah orang yang beriman. Dan iman tu, dia macam pokok kelate. Makin ditiup angin makin kuat akar dia. "
" Tuan Guru Haji Awang selalu cakap: 'Jangan kau tengok besar atau kecilnya amal. Tapi tengok pada hati. Di Patani ni, hati kita pernah dibakar, pernah direndam air banjir. Tapi masih hidup. Sebab Allah jaga. '" khutbah jumat jawi patani
And for that one Friday, the world felt just. " Sabar tok… sabar makcik… Sabar semua
The mosque fell silent.
As the azan for Zohor faded, Usop climbed the seven steps. Below him, the faces were a sea of weathered maps: farmers whose backs were bent from tapping rubber, fishermen whose knuckles were scarred by coral, mothers who had sewn songket under the hiss of kerosene lamps. They were the jemaah of Patani, a people who had learned to bend like bamboo—never breaking, even under the long, heavy shadow of distant administrations. Jangan rasa keseorangan
Tok Chu simply whispered, " Baru sekarang kau jadi khatib, cucu. " (Only now have you become a khatib , grandson.)