So such is al-Mirza, the prance of his mature and the city talk of his time. He spent his mature in struggle (jihad) for standards, devoting his season for. . .  cognition, and his "ilm for serving his ummah. His hutch remained effusing an ink, illuminating the thought pilots for the generations, till the time he passed away. Can (elapse of) time delete his nickname from the memory of story? I never think so. As the remembrancer of such a giant nam, who persevered on fighting season marks and time transformations, with an iron unflagging, for attaining the gorgeousness vertex, can never be obliteraled from papers of story. Al-Mirza heart's desire remain for ever a glowing beacon among the humane story lanterns, that illuminates the design for convoys fo generations.   Trot out.