O Abu Qatadah, I adjure you by Allah: do you know that I love Allah and His Messenger?” He remained silent. I repeated the plea, and again he was silent. When I implored him a third time, he said, “Allah and His Messenger know best.” My eyes filled with tears, and I turned away, climbing back over the wall.
As I was walking through the market of Madinah, a Nabataean from Greater Syria—one of those who had come to sell food—was calling out, “Who will guide me to Kaʿb ibn Mālik?” People began pointing him toward me. When he reached me he handed me a letter from the King of Ghassan. I could read, so I opened it, and it said: “To proceed: It has reached me that your companion has shunned you. Allah has not placed you in a land of humiliation or neglect; come to us and we shall honour you.” This, too, was part of the trial, so I went straight to the oven and burned the letter.
When forty nights had passed—on a Thursday—a messenger of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ came and said, “The Messenger of Allah orders you to keep away from your wife.” I asked, “Shall I divorce her, or what should I do?” He replied, “No—only stay away from her; do not approach her.” The same message was sent to my two companions. So I said to my wife, “Go to your family and stay with them until Allah decides this matter.”
Kaʿb continued: The wife of Hilāl came to the Messenger of Allah ﷺ and said, “Hilāl is an elderly, helpless man with no servant. Would you object if I serve him?” He replied, “No, but he must not come near you.” She said, “By Allah, he has no desire for anything. By Allah, he has not stopped weeping from the day this happened until now.” Some of my relatives suggested, “Why do you not ask the Messenger of Allah for permission regarding your wife?” I said, “By Allah, I will not. I do not know what he might say, and I am a young man.”
I remained in that state for ten more nights, so that the total reached fifty nights.
On the morning of the fiftieth night, after I had performed the dawn prayer, I was on the roof of one of our houses, sitting in the condition Allah described—my soul constricted and the earth, for all its vastness, felt narrow to me. Suddenly I heard a loud voice coming from the summit of Mount Salʿ, calling, “O Kaʿb ibn Mālik, rejoice!” I fell down in prostration, knowing that relief had arrived.