(I once heard a man talking about him and saying: He is the origin of our neighborhood, and our neighborhood is the origin of Egypt, the mother of the world. He lived in it alone while it was a wasteland, then he took possession of it with the strength of his hand and his status with the governor. He was a man like him who was not generous with time, and a bully whose mention was feared by beasts, and I heard another say about him: He was a bully. Truly, but he was not like other fatwas. He did not impose a tribute on anyone, nor was he arrogant on earth. He was merciful to the weak. Then a time came. A few people addressed him with words that did not befit his value and status, and this is how the world is.)