4قالَ رَبِّ إِنّي وَهَنَ العَظمُ مِنّي وَاشتَعَلَ الرَّأسُ شَيبًا وَلَم أَكُن بِدُعائِكَ رَبِّ شَقِيًّاMir AneesuddinHe said, “My Fosterer! my bones have become weak and my head is shining with grey hair and I have never been unsuccessful in my prayer to you, my Fosterer!