Post #3

     It seems like I will NEVER get enough rest! This morning I was awaken to continue or "quest" and I was absolutely exhausted! But, I could not show that to my fellow travelers, for they might think different things about me... So we trekked along mountains, valleys, and much more, until we finally reached a city with people (Yes REAL people). Oh what a pleasant site it was! Merchants selling on the streets, traders grunting as they bring goods onto deck, busy villagers buying goods from the market, oh what good it was to see REAL people! The city's name is (hold on I am trying to remember) Oh Yes! The city's name is Bijaya! I started feeling a little weak, and by the time I woke up, I was feeling rather ill... I was told to stay and rest, but my curious brain was hungry, and I needed to keep on going, so I continued on.

    Post #2 

      After my departure from Tangier, I rode through the mountains and later at last arrived in a trading city, Tlemcen. I replenished my supplies and set off on a pilgrimage trail through valleys for days with no towns or people insight. At noon I sighted a group of travelers! My isolation was no more, and I walked with them. I talked with them and they said they were as well going towards Mecca, but not the reason I was going. They were going to study about the Dar Il Aslam or The World of Islam. I was going of course to increase my knowledge on Islam religion and law. At last we stopped outside the walls of Algiers and camped. 

Post #1- June 1325


     I was born on February 25, 1304 in Tangier, Morocco during the Marinid Dynasty. My parents were scholars, and have descended from a Berber Tribe known as the Lawata. I am leaving today to go on an important journey known as a "hajj" to go to Mecca. I will not see my parents for more than 20 years. This is a very important day for me. I will miss my parents very dearly.