Hegeleig al-Fih, so the Sheikh stood up. We brought him to Abu 'Ashr and Qaid Hamar. The Sheikh Ballal al-Shayb, son of al-Talib, was in his loins and carrying his staff, and said, "By God, I will live for my father, Daf' Allah, shorten it." Abu Kseiba said. When we returned from the Sheikh's "tashbee'," we asked the Sheikh's servant, Hamad, "Ya Bakhita, where is your master?" I said, "My master, since the Sheikh entered his khalwa, he has not opened it for anyone, nor eaten, nor drunk." He said, "At that time, we called him. We said to him, 'We are separated.' He said, 'Ya Abu Kseiba, Khalil and I have separated until the Day of Resurrection. Take the son of al-Nutfari.' We said to him, 'Enter the khalwa, your wives will be widowed, and we brought him his servant and his three sons, Luqman, al-Hameem, and Ruqayya. They cried before him, but it was of no avail. The khalwa is a difficult matter, and he said, 'If you smell my scent, come and bury me.' I stayed in the khalwa for thirty-two months and took with me three pieces of dried meat and seven dates. The khalwa had a window through which water was brought to him. Every night, a pot of milk was brought. When he came out of the khalwa, they found the meat, dates, and milk as they were, and the pot was full of water. Whoever drank from it fell unconscious and became one of the saints of God Almighty. He ordered people to repent and seek forgiveness, and to abandon sin, and led them on the right path. Similar to this story is what my master Abd al-Wahhab al-Sha'rani mentioned in his "Tabaqat al-Awliya" that Ibrahim ibn Adham, upon his first entry into the path, spent a full year without eating, drinking, or sleeping. Then he entered the khalwa again and stayed there for thirty months. Then he came out, emaciated, his skin clinging to his bones. People marveled at him, saying, "He has taken the sustenance of the khalwa from the world." He said, "I have opened the door of God and closed the doors of the two khalwas. He does not accept gifts, nor does he have status or intercession with the Sultan, nor does he have a trade like farming or commerce, nor does he write amulets as is the custom of the saints." And a woman, the daughter of Ibn Said, brought him a garment of wool. She said to him, "My master, I spun it with my own hands and brought it to you to warm yourself from the cold." He said, "Bishilmayya." She said to him, "My master, I spun it with my own hands and brought it to you to warm yourself from the cold." He said, "Maghribi went to his garden, his name was Awad Allah, carrying a bitter gourd. He said, 'My master, all this bitterness?' He said, 'Take your bitter gourd. Until when will you come and say, Awad Allah brought me bitterness?'" Then he recited poetry: Among the desires of all hearts, he is pleased. What is the watcher? All his gifts.

And his wife, the الحاجة, said, "I felt his body. There was no skin over the bone, nothing." He said to me, "My الحاجة, I have vanished from human attributes." Abu Kseiba, my cousin, was a young boy who used to lick the dew. And al-Mudbada said, "She was beaten for the sake of the evening." And his song, "The Sheikh, the world, its peaks, I divorced it in the seventh heaven, hung it there, no needle can move it, nor can it be unraveled. The knot, the knot with his Lord, he will not untie it."