Death
He died in 1626 at the age of 80. Malik Ambar had, by his Siddi wife, Bibi Karima two sons, Fatteh Khan and Changiz Khan and four daughters.
One of his daughters was married to a prince of the Ahmednagar royal family who was later, through Malik Ambar's aid crowned as Sultan Murtaza Nizam Shah II. The second and third daughters respectively were called Shahir Banu and Azija Banu, the latter of whom married a nobleman named Siddi Abdullah.
Fatteh Khan succeeded his father as the regent of the Nizam Shahs. However, he did not possess his predecessor's political and military prowess. Through were a series of internal struggles within the nobility (which included Fatteh Khan assassinating his nephew, Sultan Burhan Nizam Shah III), the sultanate fell to the Mughal Empire within ten years of Ambar's death.
The final daughter was married to the Circassian Commander of the Ahmednagar army, Muqarrab Khan whom later became a general under the Mughal Emperor and received the title Rustam Khan Bahadur Firauz Jang. He became famous for his involvement in several important military campaigns, such as the Kandahar Wars against Shah Abbas of Persia. He was killed by Prince Murad Baksh in the Battle of Samugarh during the Mughal War of succession in 1658.
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