 Section 52 of Pilgrimage to Almedina and Mecca, this is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Nicholas James Bridgewater. Section 52 of Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to Almedina and Mecca by Richard Francis Burton Appendix 8 The Mecca Pilgrimage Having resolved to perform the Mecca Pilgrimage, I spent a few months at Cairo, and on the 22nd of May, embarked in a small steamer at Suez with the Mahmel or Litter and its military escort, conveying the Kiswa or covering for the Karba. On the 25th, the man at the wheel informed us that we are about to pass the village of Rabih on the Arabian coast, and that the time had consequently arrived for changing our usual habiliments for the Ihram or pilgrim costume of two towels and for taking the various interdictory vows involved in its assumption, such as not to tie knots in any portion of our dress, not to oil the body, and not to cut our nails or hair, nor to improve the tints of the latter with the coppery red of henna. Transgression of these and other ceremonial enactments is expiated either by animal sacrifice or gifts of fruit or cereals to the poor. After a complete ablution and assuming the Ihram, we performed two prayer flexions and recited the meritorious sentences beginning with the words La Baikalahum La Baik Here I am, O God, here I am, here I am, O unassociated one, here I am, for unto thee belong praise, grace and empire, O unassociated one. The prayer was repeated so often, people not unfrequently rushing up to their friends and shrieking the sacred sentence into their ears, that at last it became a signal for merriment, rather than an indication of piety. On the 26th we reached Jeddah, where the utter sterility of Arabia with its dunes and rocky hills becomes apparent. The town, however, viewed from the sea, is not unpicturesque. Many European vessels were at anchor off the coast, and as we entered the port, innumerable small fishing boats darting in all directions, their sails no longer white, but emerald green from the intense lustre of the water crowded around us on all sides, and reminded one by their dazzling colours and rapidity of motion of the shoals of porpoises so often seen on a voyage round the Cape. On disembarking we were accosted by several Mu'tawwafs, or circuit men, so termed in Arabic, because, besides serving as religious guides in general, their special duty is to lead the pilgrim in his seven obligatory circuits around the Kaaba. We encamped outside the town, and having visited the tomb of our mother Eve, mounted our camels for Mecca. After a journey of 20 hours across the desert, we passed the barriers which marked the outermost limits of the sacred city, and, ascending some giant steps, pitched our tents on a plain, or rather plateau, surrounded by barren rock, some of which distant but a few yards, masked from view the birthplace of the prophet. It was midnight. A few drops of rain were falling, and lightning played around us. Day after day we had watched its brightness from the sea, and many a faithful haji had pointed out to his companions those fires which were heaven's witness to the sanctity of the spot. Alhamdulillah! Thanks be to God! We were now at length to gaze upon the Qiblah, to which every Muslim has turned in prayer since the days of Muhammad. Soon after dawn arose from our midst the shout of La Baik, La Baik, and passing between the rocks we found ourselves in the main street of Mecca, and approached the gateway of salvation, one of the 39 portals of the Temple of Al-Haram. On crossing the threshold we entered a vast unroofed quadrangle, a mighty amplification of the Palais Royale, having on each of its four sides a broad colonnade, divided into three aisles by a multitude of slender columns, and rising to the height of about 30 feet. Surmounting each arch of the colonnade is a small dome. In all there are 120, and at different points arise seven minarets dating from various epochs, and of somewhat varying altitudes and architecture. The numerous pigeons which have their home within the Temple have been believed never to alight upon any portion of its roof, thus miraculously testifying to the holiness of the building. This marvel-having, however, of late years been suspended, many discern another omen of the approach of the long predicted period when unbelievers shall desecrate the hallowed soil. In the centre of the square area rises the far-famed cowbar, the funereal shade of which contrasts vividly with the sunlit walls and precipices of the town. It is a cubical structure of massive stone, the upper two-thirds of which are mantled by a black cloth embroidered with silver, and the lower portion hung with white linen. At a distance of several yards, it is surrounded by a balustrade, provided with lamps which are lighted in the evening, and the space thus enclosed is the circuit-ground along which, day and night, crowds of pilgrims performing the circular ceremony of Boeuf, realise the idea of perpetual motion. We at once advanced to the black stone embedded in an angle of the cowbar, kissed it, and exclaimed, Bismillah, Wallahu Ekbel, in God's name, and God is greatest. Then we commenced the usual seven rounds, three at a walking pace, and four at a brisk trot. Next followed two prayer-flections at the tomb of Abraham, after which we drank of the water of Zamzam, said to be the same which quenched the thirst of Hagar's exhausted son. Besides the cowbar, eight minor structures adorn the quadrangle, the well of Zamzam, the library, the clock room, the triangular staircase, and four ornamental resting places for the Orthodox sects of Hanafi, Shafi'i, Maliki, and Hanbali. We terminated our morning duties by walking and running seven times along the streets of Safa and Marwa, so named from the flight of seven steps at each of its extremities. After a few days spent in visiting various places of interest, such as the slave markets and forts, and the houses of the Prophet, and the caliphs, Ali and Abu Bakr. We started on our six hours journey to the mountain of Arafat, an hour's sojourn, at which, even in a state of insensibility, confers the rank of Haji. It is a mountain spur of about 150 feet in height, presenting an artificial appearance from the wall encircling it and the terrace on its slope, from which the Imam delivers a sermon before the departure of his congregation from Mecca. His auditors were indeed numerous, their tents being scattered over two or three miles of the country. A great number of their inmates were fellow subjects of ours from India. I surprised some of my Mecca friends by informing them that Queen Victoria numbers nearly 20 millions of Muhammadans among her subjects. On the 5th of June at sunset, commencing our return, we slept at the village of Muzdalifa, and there gathered and washed seven pebbles of the size of peas to be flung at three piles of white-washed masonry known as the Shaitans of Munay. We acquitted ourselves satisfactorily of this duty on the festival of the 6th of June, the 10th day of the Arabian month Zul Hija. Each of us then sacrificed a sheep, had his hair and nails cut, exchanged the ihram for his best apparel and, embracing his friends, paid them the compliments of the season. The two following days, the Great, the Middle and the Little Satan, were again pelted, and bequeathing to the unfortunate inhabitants of Munay, the unburied and odorous remains of nearly 100,000 animals, we returned 8,000 strong to Mecca. A week later, having helped to insult the tumulus of stones which marks, according to popular belief, the burial place of Abu Lahab, the unbeliever who, we learn from the Quran, has descended into hell with his wife, gather of sticks, I was not sorry to relinquish a shade temperature of 120 degrees, and wend my way to Jeddah en route for England, after delegating to my brethren the recital of a prayer in my behalf at the tomb of the Prophet at Medina. In penning these lines, I am anxious to encourage other Englishmen, especially those from India, to perform the pilgrimage, without being deterred by exaggerated reports concerning the perils of the enterprise. It must, however, be understood that it is absolutely indispensable to be a Muslim, at least externally, and to have an Arabic name. Neither the Quran nor the Sultan joins the killing of intrusive Jews or Christians. Nevertheless, two years ago, an incognito Jew who refused to repeat the creed was crucified by the Mecca populace. And in the event of a pilgrim again declaring himself to be an unbeliever, the authorities would be almost powerless to protect his life. An Englishman who is sufficiently conversant with the prayers, formulas and customs of the Muslims, and possesses a sufficient guarantee of orthodoxy, need, however, apprehend no danger if he applies through the British consulate at Cairo for an introduction to the Emir al-Hajj, the Prince of the Caravan. Finally, I am most anxious to recommend as Mutawwaf at Mecca, Sheikh Muhammad, Umar, Fener, Jizada. He is extremely courteous and obliging, and has promised me to show to other Englishmen the same politeness which I experienced from him myself. 1862 A.D. 1278 A.H. Al-Hajj, Abdu'l-Wahid. End of Section 52, Appendix 8. Recording by Nicholas James Bridgewater. Recorded in Forgeside, Blaenavon, Wales. End of Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to Al-Madinah and Mecca by Richard Francis Burton.