Whenever the apprehension of possible difficulties and distress overtook me, I would sayto myself, "Remember, how hard have you striven in the way of evil all your life, how many problems have you endured in efforts to attain the pleasures of the world and have still imbibedonly 'the drink of self–destruction'. I thought further that, perhaps, the braving of hardships of this journey may serve as atonement for sins of a lifetime.
As it appears in a saying of the HolyProphet, "The road to paradise is lined with difficulties while the road to hell is lined with green(and pleasing) gardens.”Allah was kind and with His support I was able to free myself from the clutches of human weakness and indecisiveness as well as procrastination which had continued to grasp me by way of one pretext or the other in order to postpone the journey. Finally, I was able toextricate my hands from those of Satan and my own primitive urges. Now it is my deep desire to capture in writing all the memoirs of my travels and halts, allobservations on land and sea, detailed accounts of sacred places that I was able to visit, and alsorecord my conversations with scholars, men of religion and piety whom I came across during my journey. In addition I also wish to record the strange stories, intellectual conversations on raresubjects, and other interesting and useful information which I gathered either by hearing fromcredible sources or from reading books. In short, I wish to leave for posterity a token to keepalive the memory of this humble servant who is otherwise unworthy of remembrance so thatfriends and relatives alike may be motivated and guided towards the Two Great Shrines.
The Beginning of the Journey and Travel on Land
I left my homeland and birthplace of Muradabad on the morning of Sunday the 18
th
of Muharram, 1201 Hijrah (corresponding to 10
th
November, 1786) with the intention of travelingto the
Haraman
Sharifan
.
For the most part, I was equipped with the provisions of belief, a bubbling confidence, and an overwhelming conviction. I soon reached Sambhal, from where Itraveled through seven halts
to reach the encampment of Patel Sindhia.Departing Patel Sindhia in the morning I traveled a further two halts to reach Dake
onthe 28
th
of Muharram. Here I saw the buildings erected by Surajmal Jat in a state of ruin. I hadcome to this place twice before. I had seen these magnificent pieces of architecture during thereign of Surajmal when the city was in full bloom and (many of) these buildings were being built. But now only the deserted city and ruins of a glorious past remained to inspire awe in"those who are able to see"
. As the Qur’an states in Chapter 28 (Al–Qasas: The Stories):"How many towns have We wiped out (of those) who were reckless in their way of living? Those dwellings of theirs have been inhabited onlyoccasionally since then.”(Al-Qur’an: 28:53)
On Friday, 2
nd
of Safar, 1201 Hijrah I started from Dake towards New City (i.e. Bondi) by way of Bahusawar, reaching it after a journey of six marches. This city was surrounded on allfour sides by mountains which could only be crossed through a few passes. Hill streams ran
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