The widow of Noor ad Deen Ali resided still in the same place where her husband had lived.  It was a stately fabric, adorned with marble pillars:  but Shumse ad Deen did not stop to view it.  At his entry he kissed the gate, and the piece of marble upon which his brother’s name was written in letters of gold.  He asked to speak with his sister-in-law, and was told by her servants, that she was in a small building covered by a dome, to which they directed in the middle of a very spacious court.  This tender mother used to spend the greatest part of the day and night in that room which she had built as a representation of the tomb of her son Buddir ad Deen Houssun, whom she supposed to be dead after so long an absence.  She was pouring tears over his memorial when Shumse ad Deen entering, found her buried in the deepest affliction.

He made his compliment, and after beseeching her to suspend her tears and sighs, informed her he had the honour to be her brother-in-law, and acquainted her with the reason of his journey from Cairo to Bussorah.

Shumse ad Deen Mahummud, after acquainting his sister-in-law with all that had passed at Cairo on his daughter’s wedding-night, and informing her of the surprise occasioned by the discovery of the paper sewed up in Buddir ad Deen’s turban, presented to her Agib and the beautiful lady.

The widow of Noor ad Deen, who had still continued sitting like a woman dejected, and weaned from the affairs of this world, no sooner understood by his discourse that her dear son, whom she lamented so bitterly, might still be alive, than she arose, and repeatedly embraced the beautiful lady and her grandchild Agib; and perceiving in the youth the features of Buddir ad Deen, drops tears different from what she had been so long accustomed to shed.  She could not forbear kissing the youth, who, for his part, received her embraces with all the demonstrations of joy he was capable of shewing.  “Sister,” said Shumse ad Deen, “it is time to dry your tears, and suppress your sighs; you must think of going with us to Egypt.  The sultan of Bussorah gives me leave to carry you thither, and I doubt not you will consent.  I am in hopes we shall at last find out your son my nephew; and if we do, the history of him, of you, of my own daughter, and of my own adventures, will deserve to be committed to writing, and transmitted to posterity.”

The widow of Noor ad Deen heard this proposal with pleasure, and ordered preparations to be made for her departure.  While they were making, Shumse ad Deen desired a second audience, and after taking leave of the sultan, who dismissed him with ample marks of respect, and gave him a considerable present for himself, and another of great value for the sultan of Egypt, he set out from Bussorah once more for the city of Damascus.

When he arrived in the neighbourhood of Damascus, he ordered his tents to be pitched without the gate, at which he designed to enter the city; and gave out he would tarry there three days, to give his suit rest, and buy up curiosities to present to the sultan of Egypt.