At the dawn of the second day, I went to the Zamzam well again. I saw a sheikh enter from the direction of the mosque door by covering the cloth on his face too. He went to the well and asked for water. After drinking, he left. I drink the remaining water, it tastes better than before.
On the third night, he came to the well again and asked for water. Then I grabbed the edge of the thick blanket, he caught my hand. I also drink the rest of the water, feels like sweet milk, which I have never tasted such a sweet drink.
I asked the sheikh, "For the sake of the owner of this house, actually who are you?" He asked, "Can you keep it a secret?" I replied, "Yes!" He said, "I'm Sufyan Ats-Tsauri."
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