“You will be tested; should that trial come, do not reveal me.”
The boy then began to cure the congenitally blind, the lepers, and every kind of illness—Allah healed the people through his hands.
One of the king’s courtiers had gone blind. When he heard about the boy, he came to him with many gifts and said, “Heal me, and everything here shall be yours.”
The boy replied, “I do not heal anyone; it is Allah who heals. If you believe in Him, I will pray to Allah and He will cure you.” The man believed, the boy prayed, and Allah restored his sight.
He returned to the king and sat in his usual place. The king asked, “So-and-so, who restored your sight?” He answered, “My Lord.”
The king said, “I did.”
He replied, “No—my Lord and yours is Allah.”
The king asked, “Do you have a lord other than me?”
He said, “Yes—my Lord and your Lord is Allah.”
The king kept torturing him until he revealed the identity of the boy.
The boy was brought in, and the king said, “My son, has your magic reached the point that you cure the congenitally blind, the lepers, and these other ailments?”
The boy answered, “I do not heal anyone; it is Allah who heals.”
The king retorted, “I do.”
The boy said, “No.”
The king asked, “Do you have a lord other than me?”
He replied, “My Lord and your Lord is Allah.”
The king then tortured the boy until he pointed out the monk. The monk was brought in and the king said, “Recant your religion.” He refused, so the king placed a saw on the crown of his head and split him in two.
He then said to the formerly blind man, “Recant your religion.” He refused, and the king sawed him in two as well.
Finally he said to the boy, “Recant your religion.” He refused. The king therefore sent him with a group to a certain mountain, instructing them, “When you reach its summit, if he recants, let him go; otherwise, throw him off.”
After they had climbed the mountain, the boy prayed, “O Allah, protect me from them however You will.” The mountain shook, and they all tumbled to their deaths.
The boy returned and entered upon the king, who asked, “What became of your companions?” He said, “Allah spared me from them.”
The king then sent him out with another group in a small boat, saying, “When you reach the open sea, if he recants, release him; otherwise, drown him.” They set out to sea with him, and the boy prayed, “O Allah, protect me from them however You will.” All of them drowned.
The boy came back once more and entered upon the king. The king asked, “What became of your companions?” He replied, “Allah spared me from them.”
He then said to the king, “You will not be able to kill me unless you do what I command. If you do it, you will kill me; if not, you will never be able to kill me.”
The king asked, “And what is that?”
The boy said, “Gather all the people on an open plain, tie me to the trunk of a tree, take an arrow from my quiver, then say, ‘In the name of Allah, the Lord of the boy.’ If you do that, you will kill me.”
So the king did so: he placed the arrow on the bowstring, shot it, and said, “In the name of Allah, the Lord of the boy.” The arrow struck the boy in his temple; he put his hand to the wound and died.
At this the people exclaimed—