He is neither tall nor short. His skin is white, approaching red. He has a beautiful face and his eyes have a surprising vivacity. His gaze pierces. How many times my gaze met his and I felt a shiver in my whole body! Sometimes this shiver reached my eyes and tears flowed out of them. One can see the Light in his face, which cannot escape the one who has an inner look. Whoever sees him feels fear and whoever is with him loves him. He has left the sought-after clothes to prefer the Muraqa’a.