Story
This father was from Abraht, in the district of al-Ashmunayn. He was a chosen monk who surpassed many of the saints in his worship. He loved seclusion and withdrew alone into the wilderness; so Satan envied him and appeared to him, saying: "In the wilderness you are able to overcome me, because you will be there alone; but if you are courageous, go to Alexandria." He arose at once and came to it, and remained for a time drawing water for the prisoners and those cut off in confinement.
It happened that horses were galloping through the midst of the city, and one of them struck a child, who died at once. Now Saint Abahor was standing in the place where the child died, so Satan entered into certain people who were present and made them cry out, saying that the slayer of this child was the old monk. A great crowd of passers-by and of those who had heard the news gathered against him, mocking him; but Saint Abahor was not troubled. Rather, he came forward and took up the child and embraced him, praying to the Lord Christ in his heart; then he made over him the sign of the Cross, and life returned to him, and he gave him back to his parents. The bystanders marveled and glorified God, and their hearts and minds inclined toward Saint Abahor. He feared vainglory and fled to the wilderness, abiding in one of the monasteries for some days.
When the time of his departure from this world drew near, he saw a company of the saints calling him to themselves, and he rejoiced greatly and his soul was glad. He sent for his sons and gave them his charge, informing them of the nearness of his departure to the Lord Christ. They grieved at his parting from them and that they would become orphans after him. Then he was sick a little while and delivered up his soul into the hand of the Lord