Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to Al-Madinah & Meccah — Volume 2Burton, Richard Francis, Sir
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Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to Al-Madinah & Meccah — Volume 2
Burton, Richard Francis, Sir
Arabian Peninsula -- Description and travel
Thus finished a Shaut, or single course round the house. Of these we
performed the first three at the pace called Harwalah, very similar to
the French pas gymnastique, or Tarammul, that is to say, moving the
shoulders as if walking in sand. The four latter are performed in
Taammul, slowly and leisurely; the reverse of the Sai, or running. These
seven Ashwat, or courses, are called collectively one Usbu ([Arabic]).
The Moslem origin of this custom is too well known to require mention.
After each Taufah[,] or circuit, we, being unable to kiss or even to
touch the Black Stone, fronted towards it, raised our hands to our
ears, exclaimed, In the Name of Allah, and Allah is omnipotent! kissed
our fingers, and resumed the ceremony of circumambulation, as before,
with Allah, in Thy Belief, &c.
At the conclusion of the Tawaf it was deemed advisable to attempt to
kiss the stone. For a time I stood
[p.168] looking in despair at the swarming crowd of Badawi and other
pilgrims that besieged it. But the boy Mohammed was equal to the
occasion. During our circuit he had displayed a fiery zeal against
heresy and schism, by foully abusing every Persian in his path[FN#8];
and the inopportune introduction of hard words into his prayers made
the latter a strange patchwork; as Ave Maria purissima,arrah, dont ye be
letting the pig at the pot,sanctissima, and so forth. He might, for
instance, be repeating And I take Refuge with Thee from Ignominy in this
World, when O thou rejected one, son of the rejected! would be the
interpolation addressed to some long-bearded Khorasani,And in that to comeO
hog and brother of a hoggess! And so he continued till I wondered that
none dared to turn and rend him. After vainly addressing the pilgrims,
of whom nothing could be seen but a mosaic of occupits and
shoulder-blades, the boy Mohammed collected about half a dozen stalwart
Meccans, with whose assistance, by sheer strength, we wedged our way
into the thin and light-legged crowd. The Badawin turned round upon us
like wild-cats, but
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