Monday, October 7, 2013







August 25th, 1325 al-Jaza'ir to Tunis
When we arrived at al-Jaza'ir we decided not to go inside the town quite yet and to stay outside for a little while (Document B). We sat there and waited until the rest of our friend group got there as well so we could all travel together for the rest of the way (Document B). I was hoping that the rest of the people with me wouldn’t notice, but I was much more frightened than I should have been of being robbed by Arabs on the road. I was right to be frightened. After a Tunisian merchant who was with us had died, he left three thousand dinars of gold behind for his heirs in Tunic. Ibn Sayyid an-Nas (The commander of the Bijaya) somehow found out about this though, and came and took it (Document B). Don’t ever come here alone, I’m sure worse things happen. As the tradition of us muslims is to travel to Mecca continued, I fell very ill two times! The first time, we were in Bijaya (Document B). One of my friends told me to stay and rest, but I was too tough for that and didn’t want to look like a wimp in front of the other guys. I told him, in short,  that if I was going to die, I’d rather die on my journey to Mecca. He agreed and gave my some advice on how to survive. I took his advice of selling some of my things and to travel light and we moved on (Document B). When we got to Qusantinah we set up some tents and went to a truly earned good nights sleep (Document B). It wasn’t a good night for long though. We were woken up in the middle of it  by massive amounts of rain, and in order to sleep we went in  some generous people’s houses instead (Document B). We met the governor the next day (Document B). I would have loved to look nice in front of him, but thanks to that lovely rain which had ruined my clothing, that was almost impossible. When he saw how disheveled I looked, he told someone to wash my clothing at his house and fetch me a fancy outfit for the meantime (Document B). When we reached Bona I was once again struck by fever. It was so bad this time, that I couldn’t even alight until we reached the next destination, Tunis (Document B).  




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