Kalah.

After a few days, the Tamathiy summoned me to his house. I found him sitting with the Qadi and another man. He said to me, "Come here, my son." Then he kissed my hand and told me to sit. I sat on the ground next to these three men. Then he said to one of his servants, "Bring the food."

A large bowl filled with millet bread was brought, and its accompaniment was a stew made from okra. On top of the bowl were five pieces of meat, each weighing about a ratl. The Tamathiy took a piece and said, "Eat, my son." I ate a piece, and each of the three men ate a piece. My father ate a piece and bit off a portion. I found it was not well-cooked and realized it was camel meat. The Tamathiy grabbed my hand and took the rest of the meat. When we finished eating, my hands were stained with the stew. The Tamathiy said to me, "What is this stain on your hands, my son?" I told him that I had eaten my fill and that the rest was for the others to be blessed by a piece of meat.

He then turned to the Qadis and said, "There is no doubt that Fawzi has become one of the best supporters of the Mahdi. He has no regard for worldly comforts and does not pay attention to anything in this world." He then praised Fawzi and asked the Qadis what they had done with their pieces of meat. He took their pieces and added them to mine. He gave me three pieces and said, "Go and give these to your mother and father. They are in my pocket." I left the house.

When I reached an empty street, I threw the meat from my pocket onto the ground. My mother and father washed them and then ate them. I went to the mosque and prayed. I was told that the Tamathiy had sent a message to me from Omdurman, saying, "May God reward you well."