Khutbah Jumat Jawi Patani -

(Tuan Guru Haji Awang always said: 'Don't look at whether a deed is big or small. Look at the heart. Here in Patani, our hearts have been burned, have been drowned in floods. But they are still alive. Because Allah protects them.)

Usop cleared his throat. He began in formal Arabic, the words crisp and correct. "Innal hamda lillah…"

In his place stood his grandson, Usop. At twenty-three, Usop had returned from a university in the west, his mind full of algorithms and crisp, formal Arabic. He had memorized the khutbah text perfectly. But he had never felt the wood of the mimbar beneath his palms. khutbah jumat jawi patani

Usop saw it. A flicker of disconnect. He paused. His mind raced. He had a second, prepared text. But something else rose in his throat—not from the book, but from his grandmother's kitchen. From the lullabies she had sung to him in the dialect of the Patani river.

He leaned into the microphone, and his voice changed. It softened. It became basi —like old rice porridge, warm and familiar. (Tuan Guru Haji Awang always said: 'Don't look

" Kita ni, duduk di Patani. Bumi ni bukan bumi asing. Bumi ni bumi perjuangan. Bukan perjuangan dengan pedang saja, tapi perjuangan dengan sabar. Setitik getah yang kau tuai, Pak Mat, itu satu doa. Sekerat ikan yang kau jala, Wak Ngah, itu satu pahala. Kita hidup bukan untuk lawan manusia. Kita hidup untuk lawan nafsu sendiri. "

A soft sob escaped from a woman in the back—Mak Som, whose son was in a detention centre across the border. She clutched her telekung . But they are still alive

" 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. '"

The mosque fell silent.

He saw Tok Chu's eyes glisten.