[ʿAbd Allāh:] My father told me: “I’ve lived seventy-seven years and started my seventy-eighth.” 79.1

That same night he took fever. He died on the tenth, in ’41 [855].

[Al-Jawharī:] I went to visit Ibn Ḥanbal in jail and found Abū Saʿīd al-Ḥaddād there with him. Abū Saʿīd asked him how he was feeling. 79.2

“Well,” he answered. “In good health, praise God!” “Did you have any fever last night?” “If I say I’m in good health,” said Aḥmad, “don’t ask any more questions. I don’t want to talk about anything detestable.” [Ṣāliḥ:] On the first day of Rabīʿ I 241, on a Tuesday night,470 my father took fever. The next day I went to see him. He was feverish and he was breathing only with great effort. I knew how his illnesses went and I was the one who nursed him whenever he was unwell. 79.3

“What did you eat last night, Dad?” I asked him.

“Bean broth,” he said.

Then he tried to get up.

“Take my hand,” he said.

I took it. When he reached the privy his legs gave way and he had to lean on me.

He was attended by several healers, all of them Muslims. One of them, a man called ʿAbd al-Raḥmān, advised him to roast a gourd and drink the juice. That was on the Tuesday before the Friday when he died.

“Ṣāliḥ,” he said.

“Yes.” “Don’t roast it in your house or ʿAbd Allāh’s either.” Al-Fatḥ ibn Sahl came to check on him but I didn’t let him in. Then ʿAlī ibn al- Jaʿd471 came but I didn’t let him in either. But as people kept arriving, I finally told my father he had visitors. 79.4

“What do you think we should do?” he asked me.

“Let them in to pray for you.” He agreed, and in they came, pouring into the house until it was full, asking him how he was feeling and calling on God to cure him. As soon as one group went out, another would come crowding in. As more and more arrived, the street filled up and we had to close the alley gate.

Among the callers was a neighbor of ours who had just dyed his beard. As soon as my father saw him, he said, “Now there’s a man who’s keeping some sunnah alive.

That makes me happy.” The man went in and began praying for my father, who kept adding, “And for him, and for all Muslims.” Another man came and said, “Find some way to get me in to see him. I was there the day they flogged him at the palace and I want him to forgive me.” When I told my father, he said nothing. But I kept at him until he relented. When I let the man in, he stood there weeping. “Abū ʿAbd Allāh,” he said, “I was there the day they flogged you at the palace. Now here I am before you. If you want revenge, take it.

If you can forgive me, forgive me.” 79.5

“On one condition,” said my father. “Don’t do anything like it again.” “I won’t,” said the man.

“I forgive you.” The man went out in tears and all those present wept as well.

My father kept some scraps of coin in a bit of rag. Whenever he needed anything, we would give some of the money to whoever was doing the shopping for him. On that Tuesday, he asked me if there was anything in the rag. I looked and found a dirham. 79.6

“Find one of the tenants to run an errand,” he said. So I sent word and one of the women was given some money.472

“Send out and get me some dates so I can expiate a broken oath,” he said. I sent out for the dates, bought them, and expiated his oath.473 After that there were about three dirhams left. When I told him, he said, “Praise God!” Then he said, “Read out my will.” I read it out to him and he affirmed that it was his.

[The author:] We have already cited his will in our account of the Inquisition and will therefore refrain from citing it again.

[Al-Marrūdhī:] Aḥmad fell ill on Tuesday night, two nights into Rabīʿ I 241, and remained unwell for nine days. As word spread that he was growing worse, crowds of visitors appeared at the gate and remained there through the night. When the authorities learned that a crowd had gathered, they posted watchers and horse-troopers at the door of the house and the gateway into the alley. Up to that point Aḥmad had been allowing people in to see him. They would crowd into the house calling out greetings, and he would respond by lifting his hand. That ended with the arrival of the mounted troops, who stopped people from going in and shut the alley gate. But so many people had crowded into the streets and mosques that some of the vendors could no longer do business. The only way to see Ibn Ḥanbal was to find a way in through the adjoining houses or the weavers’ tenements, or to climb over a wall. After sending men to take up positions near the gate and report back to him, Ibrāhīm ibn ʿAṭāʾ came twice a day—once in the morning and once in the evening—to ask after Ibn Ḥanbal but as often as not went away without seeing him. Meanwhile, watchers acting on behalf of Ibn Ṭāhir were making inquiries as well. 79.7

Aḥmad told me, “Ibn Ṭāhir’s chamberlain came to see me and reported, ‘The caliph sends his salutations; he wishes to see you.’ I told him that was something I would detest doing, and the Commander of the Faithful had exempted me from doing what I detest.” Ibn Ṭāhir’s chamberlain came back at night and asked questions of the doctors who were attending my father. Meanwhile, the watchers were sending reports back to Samarra, and the courier horses came and went every day. The members of the clan of Hāshim came to see him and wept. A number of judges and other officials arrived but were not admitted. A boy belonging to his uncle Yūsuf was sent to fan him, but my father waved him away because he had been purchased with funds he disapproved of.

“Stay with me,” he said. “It won’t be long now.” “I’m right here,” I told him.

Whenever he needed to buy anything for his health, he would take out a bit of rag containing some scraps of coin and give them to me and I would buy what he needed. 79.8

He had us witness his will, which he had written in Samarra. I heard that he said, “Read it out,” and it was read aloud for him. Then he asked us to buy some dates to expiate an oath. Afterward he was left with a dāniq and a half, more or less. When I came in he asked how it had gone, and I told him that we had taken the dates and sent them. He turned his face to the heavens and began praising God.

He also had a visit from ʿAbd al-Wahhāb. “It means a lot to me,” said Aḥmad when he was admitted, “that he came here in this heat.” ʿAbd al-Wahhāb bent over him and took his hand. The two sat hand in hand until it was time for ʿAbd al-Wahhāb to leave.

At one point a group of people came in, one of them an elder with a dyed beard.

Aḥmad said, “It makes me happy to see that he’s dyed his beard,” or words to that effect.

One of his visitors said, “May God give you what you asked Him to give all of us.” “May God grant your prayer!” replied Aḥmad. As his visitors began naming him in their prayers, he kept saying, “For all Muslims too!” Several of his visitors were people he disapproved of for one reason or another.

Whenever such a person entered, Aḥmad would close his eyes as if to dismiss him.

Often he would refuse to return his greeting.

One elder came to see him and said to him, “Be mindful of the moment when you’ll stand before God!” At that, Aḥmad gave a sob and the tears streamed down his cheeks.

A day or two before he died, he slurred out the words, “Call the boys,” meaning the little ones. As the children gathered around him one by one, he held them close to inhale their scent and, tears in his eyes, ran his hand over their heads. Someone said, “Don’t worry, Abū ʿAbd Allāh: they’ll be fine.” But Aḥmad made a gesture as if to say, “That’s not what I was thinking.” 79.9

When he could only sit, he would pray from that position; and when he couldn’t rise he would pray lying down, tirelessly, by lifting his hands as if performing a cycle of prostrations.

When I put a basin under him I saw that his urine was nothing but bright red blood with no other fluid in it at all. I mentioned this to the doctor, who said that anyone who spent that much time in suffering and sorrow might well shred his own innards.

On Thursday he grew worse. I washed him so he could pray. “Get the water between my fingers,” he said.

On Thursday night he stopped moving. Thinking he was dead, we were trying to stretch him out when he began to bend his knees with his face turned toward Mecca.

We began saying “There is no god but God” for him to repeat but he had already started saying it. He on his side to face Mecca.

On Friday, throngs of people began to gather, filling the streets and alleys. At noon he was taken from us. A great cry arose and people began to weep so loudly that it felt as if the earth were shaking. When everyone sat down, we realized that we might miss Friday prayers, so I found a place where I could look out over the crowd and announced that we would bring him out after the prayer.

[Ḥanbal:] While Ibn Ḥanbal was in jail, one of al-Faḍl ibn al-Rabiʿ’s sons gave him three hairs, saying that they belonged to the Prophet.474 As he lay dying, Aḥmad asked that one hair be put over each of his eyes and the third on his tongue. This we did for him when he died. 79.10

[Ṣāliḥ:] During his illness my father prayed by having me hold him upright so he could bow and prostrate himself, which he did by having me lift him. 79.11

At one point Mujāhid ibn Mūsā came in, saying, “No need to be afraid, Abū ʿAbd Allāh! With all these people to testify on your behalf, there’s nothing to fear when you meet God!” He began kissing my father’s hand and weeping. When he asked for his counsel, my father pointed to his tongue.

Another visitor was Judge Sawwār, who reassured him that God would not hold him to the strictest accounting, citing the report transmitted by Muʿtamir to the effect that his father had said to him as he lay dying, “Tell me about God’s lenience.”475

He began to suffer from retention of urine and other pains but his mind remained clear. All the while he would ask what day of the month it was and I would tell him. At night I slept beside him. If he wanted anything he would shake me and I would hand it to him. Once he asked me to bring him the notes where he’d written that Ibn Idrīs cites Layth ibn Ṭāwūs as saying he hated to moan. I read the report for him and he never moaned after that except on the night he died. 79.12

[ʿAbd Allāh:] During his final illness, my father asked me to find where he had written the reports transmitted by ʿAbd Allāh ibn Idrīs. When I found the book for him, he asked me to find the report related by Layth and read it to him. The report ran:

“I told Ṭalḥah that Ṭāwūs disapproved of moaning when ill, and did not moan until he died.” After I read this to my father, I didn’t hear him moan until he died, God have mercy on him. 79.13

[ʿAbd Allāh:] As my father lay dying, I sat beside him holding the rag I would use to tie his mouth closed. He was slipping in and out of consciousness and gesturing with his hand three times, like this, as if to say, “Not yet!” After the third time, I asked him, “Dad, what are you trying to say? You pass out and we think you’re gone, and then you come back and say ‘Not yet.’” 79.14

“Don’t you understand, son?” “No.” “The Devil, damn him, is standing in front of me biting his fingers in frustration and saying ‘Aḥmad, you’ve escaped me,’ and I keep telling him ‘Not yet I haven’t—not till I’m dead.’”476

[Aḥmad ibn Muḥammad ibn ʿUmar:] ʿAbd Allāh ibn Aḥmad was asked whether his father was conscious when he saw the Angel of Death. 79.15

“He was. We were washing him so he could pray and he started gesturing. Ṣāliḥ asked me what he was trying to say, and I told him that he wanted us to spread his fingers and wash between them. When we did that, he stopped gesturing. A little later he died.” [Ṣāliḥ:] My father’s tongue kept moving until he died. 79.16