His time came, and when he died, he had three sons. They divided their father's inheritance and sold their house, which had sheltered them. Each of them settled separately with his children and wife. It happened that his father was a man of knowledge, with beautiful handwriting, who copied books and sold them for double what others sold them for. He knew how to dye clothes with colors, so he was the most prosperous of his brothers in his livelihood. Arnashina, so I say to him, "I long to see the Sacred House and visit the grave of his Prophet, peace be upon him." He sold some of his real estate and prepared for the journey. He took his wife and Tarabish with him and gave a lot of money to people to invest in it for him, knowing his honesty and trustworthiness. So much so that he loaded a ship, the largest of which was... And when he set off, his brothers bid him farewell until he reached the ship. It set sail with them from the port of Taybah. Then the winds carried the ship, so much so that they took a different route than their intended one. This was because they arrived by the route of Rhodes, and they were safe and secure when a violent windstorm struck them. They were then near Rhodes, and the waves of the sea tossed them about. And the pure was replaced by sorrow, in the words of the poet:

You had good thoughts of the days, but they were bad, And you encountered the evil that fate brings. The nights asked you, and you took heed of them, And when the nights were clear, sorrow was abundant.

And Muhsin