“The sun is in my eyes! O happy day! I grope as one half-blind. Behold the bounty of my lord! I, the poor slave of Allah, Am now the father of his son Abdallah, My wife the mother of his son, by leave of Allah, My little boy the brother of a child most blest, inshallah! The gracious consort of my lord, istaghfar Allah! Has granted to our lowliness a share in her good gift from Allah. May Allah bless my lord and lady in their noble offspring, and preserve his life to be the luminary of our future days.”

She liked to hear him, his voice so near at hand produced a sense of true devotion and security. Missing his chant upon the following day, she inquired what had become of him. She was informed that, consequent upon his wife’s preferment, he had been appointed to a small position in the Government. It made her sad.