2085 – ʿAbdullāh narrated to us; my father narrated to me; Wakiʿ related to us, from Sufyān, from Abū Ḥayyān, from his father, who said:

They entered upon Suwayd b. Shuʿbah while he was lying on his bed, as frail as a fledgling. His wife kept calling to him, “May my family be ransomed for you! What shall we give you to eat? What shall we give you to drink?”

He answered her in a barely audible voice: “dabarati l-ḥarāqif wa ṭālat al-ḍijʿah, wa mā uḥibbu anna Allāha—exalted is He—naqasanī minhu qulāmata ẓufr” (my hip bones have become chafed and the time spent lying down has grown long, yet I would not wish Allah—exalted is He—to diminish my reward for it by even the clipping of a fingernail).