He was described as a very tall man with long legs, his face like the moon. The poet said: "His face is from the moon, and the shash is cotton, You will reach the lovers' meeting, lost. He resembles the rain, a shower." Then he ordered to travel for Hajj and to visit the grave of the Prophet, peace be upon him. Seventy people accompanied him, he was riding, and his wife, Al-Hajja, was on a donkey, and the two poor people carried her on their heads. They had no provisions and no food. They hoped for Eid's bounty, two measures during the day and at night they would break their fast. And so they arrived together. It is not known whether it was out of generosity or because they were in a time of prosperity. Then, when he arrived in Mecca during the Hajj days, he said, "I am the Mahdi." So they beat him and his followers. Al-Hajja said, "They whipped us, then divorced us." There was a noble man, a believer in the Sheikh, named Sayyid Muhammad Khalil. He brought the poor three measures of flour. The Sheikh said to him, "O Sayyidi, raise your provisions to the top of Mount Abu Qubais in Mecca, and a flood will descend upon them." So it rained, damaging houses and destroying some of them. It was known at that time as "the rain of the desert." So Mirf sent his neighbor and told him, "Go to Sinnar." The Mahdi said, "He has descended." When he reached Sinnar, he called out and said, "The Mahdi has descended." The king, Badi', ordered him to be killed and dragged. The sky trembled and rose, and heavy rain fell, destroying houses and causing floods out of season. The Khor Umm Khubaysir, which exists now, is the grave of Mirf. In those days, the king was killed by a blow from Al-Makawi in his war. He said, "I am the brother of Badi'." The Sheikh in the East said, "O fire of Mirf, my son." Then he said to his companions, "My Sayyidi has ascended to the heavens and shown me the lower world. Travel to our land, which shines, and it will shine in its land." So he arrived at the land and said, "This is the place, leave me, and this is the place of my grave." And he spoke in riddles about what is and what will be in the world. The son of Abu Juwayli, Al-Hajja, traveled from Arbi Al-Jadid to Dena. So I visited Sheikh Hamad and found him in a state of distress, his butter was melting, and his snow was saying "karranj karranj." Everyone was on a poor person. He said, "O Khayt, I greeted him. The poor ordered me to be patient until he wakes up." So I was patient with him and said, "O Sayyidi, Al-Fatiha." He raised his hands and said, "O Allah, grant us forgiveness and patience until the grave." He said, "Go, raise my hand, Khayt, with me a leg of a sandal bed." And I said, "O Sayyidi, the sea and they are left for worship." He deceived her and said to her, "O Kik, remembering Allah is good, or they will be pleased." Then after that, he woke up and said to me, "O son of Abu Juwayli, where are you going?" I said, "To the world in Al-Jadid." He said, "He is arguing about such and such, and my house is in it. If you do not fear Allah, you will make a carpet for us to slaughter on and gather the dead." "Hear his worship," she said, "this man is thrown in the garbage."