He came with three men, four female slaves, and two male slaves, and on the camels, the provisions and water for the journey. On one of the camels, a woman named Sulh was riding. My father noticed her and followed the caravan. Among them, a man named Shuruq got lost and was found by the escort. The time passed, and the companion and the man returned to their place.

When she approached, she was adorned with hair, and when she departed, she lost her chains. By the grace of God Almighty, the caravan leader suffered a headache that afflicted the whole group and the hunger was unable to cure it. My father received this news and wrote a petition. The leader took it with conviction and placed it where the pain was, and he was cured immediately. He believed in my father's righteousness and that he would be able to bear the justice of Sulh on his camels. My father then sold the camel of Sulh for seventy-five.

He went to Al-Azhar Mosque to seek knowledge, got married, and met her. Then, with her, he had two daughters, from whom he had a son named Ajhad. He lived for a year and three months, then died of grief over him. He recited the words of the poet:

"The days have been harsh with you, so the day of death has come near to the night of birth."

And the words of another:

"A lover died before he was destined to die, and the days of youth were a testament to his life."