The Life Of Ibn Hanbal by Ibn Al-Jawzi

[ʿAbd Allāh:] Once I saw my father threaten some ants and ask them to leave his house. They left in a great dark mass and never returned. 61.1

[Muḥammad ibn ʿAlī l-Simsār:] One night Aḥmad went over to Ṣaliḥ’s house because Ṣaliḥ’s son was bleeding from the nose. The doctors313 had come and were treating him with acacia and so on,314 but the blood was coming too fast. 61.2

“What’s wrong, son?” said Aḥmad.

“Grandpa, I’m going to die!” said the boy. “Call to God for me.” “You’ll be all right,” said Aḥmad. He moved a hand as if praying for him and the blood stopped. This was after everyone had given the boy up for dead, since he had been bleeding continuously.

[Abū Ṭālib:] Once I was taking dictation from Aḥmad and my pen snapped. He gave me one of his own. Later I showed it to Abū ʿAlī l-Jaʿfarī, telling him that it was a pen that Aḥmad had given me. “Take it,” he told his serving boy, “and lay it on the palm tree: let’s see if that will fertilize it.” 61.3

The boy did as he was asked and the tree grew fruit.

[Al-ʿAbbās ibn Muḥammad:] One of my neighbors, a man named ʿAlī ibn Abī Ḥarārah, told me this story. 61.4

“My mother had been unable to walk for almost twenty years. One day she said, ‘Go ask Aḥmad ibn Ḥanbal to pray to God for me.’ “I went to his house and knocked on the door. He was in the anteroom but he didn’t open up.

“‘Who is it?’ he called out.

“I told him I lived in the neighborhood and my mother was an invalid who couldn’t walk and wanted him to pray for her. Through the door came an angry reply: ‘She’s the one who should be praying for me!’ “I turned away. As I was leaving an old woman came out of the house and said, ‘Are you the one who was talking to Abū ʿAbd Allāh?’ “‘Yes.’ “‘I just heard him praying for her.’ “I rushed home. When I knocked on the door, my mother came out walking on her own two feet to open it, saying, ‘God cured me!’” [Ibrāhīm ibn Hāniʾ]: So-and-So the weaver, who rented from Abū ʿAbd Allāh, told me: “Once when I was sick I kept moaning all night. In the middle of the night Aḥmad came out and said, ‘Who’s that in pain over there?’ 61.5

“They told him, and he prayed for me. ‘God, cure him!’ he said, and went back inside. The pain suddenly stopped, as if someone had poured water on a fire.” [Fāṭimah:] My brother Ṣāliḥ had a fire in his house. He’d married into a wealthy family who sent over a dowry that looked like it was worth four thousand dirhams, but all of it went up in smoke. Ṣāliḥ said, “All I care about is losing the robe that my father used to wear when he prayed. I liked to put it on for a blessing and pray in it.” 61.6

When the fire was put out, they went back in. On the bed they found the robe.

Everything around it had burned up but the robe was unharmed.

[The author:] I heard a similar story from the chief judge, ʿAlī ibn al-Ḥusayn al- Zaynabī. He had a fire and everything in the house burned up except a book that had some of Aḥmad’s writing in it. 61.7

As for myself, when Baghdad was flooded in 554 [1159–60] and my books were ruined, one thing that was spared was a volume containing two sheets in Aḥmad’s handwriting.

[Al-Lakkāf:] ʿAbd Allāh ibn Mūsā, who was a good Sunni, told me: “One dark night, my father and I went out to visit Aḥmad, but it got too dark to see. My father said, ‘Let’s call on God, invoking His righteous servant Aḥmad, and ask Him to light our way. For thirty years, everything I’ve asked for in his name has been granted.’ My father prayed and I said ‘Amen.’ The sky lit up as if it were a moonlit night and stayed that way until we arrived.” 61.8

[Al-Rāzī:] A group of us accompanied Aḥmad ibn Ḥanbal as far as al- Mutawakkil’s gate. He was admitted at the Intimates’ Gate, but before going in, he said, “All of you can go back now. May God keep you in health!” 61.9

Since that day, not one of us has fallen ill.