And his will, and at the end of the month he sealed it, and he gave me what he could. May God Almighty help him. He asked me to teach his children the Quran, so I taught them until we finished it, by the grace of God Almighty.

And his good deeds. And on the evening of Monday, the sixth of Dhu al-Hijjah al-Haram, the year one thousand two hundred and fifty-three, the beloved brother, the beneficial scholar, the aforementioned, passed away. I prayed over him and performed the funeral prayer. His children gave me two servants and a female slave as charity for him. The Sultan gave me a slave, and all the students who attended the prayer as charity for him. This is their custom in their deaths and burials. May God forgive him, have mercy on him, and relieve him.

And his death. I counted the days until Monday, the twelfth of al-Muharram, the year one thousand two hundred and fifty-four. And I built a house on the sixth of it. The Sultan urged me strongly and firmly to settle with him. He informed all his people of this, but I did not accept it in my intention.

And in the same month, on the twenty-eighth of Safar, a messenger arrived to us, Ashayikh Muhammad bin D bin Uthman and Askia Muhammad, with their letter. They informed us that they were preparing to go out with the army to fight the rebel, the oppressor, the corrupt, the tyrannical ruler of Masina, and that they had defeated him by the will and strength of God Almighty. They said that there was no way for them but to fight them, kill them, and take their wealth, for God Almighty would reward them for it. And they wrote the same to Kukuruk and Mar and Barkuk. So Fudak was captured.

May God help him.

He gave.

And he accepted.

And he built.

And he counted.

And he fought.