Wishes For Birthady Romenia

JULAYS POOL OF

What is the difference between Muslims and Christians, righteous and guilty? On your doorstep, we are all seekers and He, the wanted. -----------------------------------------------
Hakim Sanai
-------------------------------------- Yes, that is Damascus, as you describe. I'm glad you know the adventures of Ibn Batutta, the Tangiers. Do not worry, we have no intention of traveling-de Rihla-IB as my friend, to al-Andalus, for now. We know that this land is under constant pressure Christians on the one hand, the pirates by sea, and the Black Death. Catastrophic plague this land also. We've known
. Only in Damascus killed about two thousand a day. Worse in Cairo, we learned that in one day killed eighty thousand.
has fifteen days, the Jews with the Torah, the Gospel Christians, most of Damascus with the Koran, went to the "Mosque of the feet" to give thanks for the end of the pests. I approached the east gate of Damascus to a blank channel where, according to Arab tradition of Cairo, is to drop Jesus.
Foreigners are welcomed with friendly, not hurt the dignity of man. While visiting in Mount Qasiyun the shelter Jesus, the Master and His Mother, IB was responsible for rent camels and hire to fill bottles Azacanes buffalo leather, with water to start the route to the city where Mohammed died. Let's start the journey through the desert. It is very dangerous, even the guides are lost and the friend's friend does not care.
After drinking a pint of sawiq, brought from Egypt, delicious drink made with barley flour dried in the fire, sugar and dates, we started the march of the caravan to Tayba. Crossing the desert, the sirocco hung over us, and began to drain the water. We were able to miraculously escape the poisonous wind, these clouds of dust and sand We choked.
We camped in the Pool of Julays, full of palm trees and fountains. In its huge market we bought sheep, fruit and other foods, thanks to the generosity of the cadi.
on what I say, dreams can not become part of the silence, are cries that cry to remember. Emerald leaf forests and golden sands of the desert, write and erase names of characters who do the will of Ra, hear their echoes divine and do not fall into oblivion, since otherwise the soul would disappear forever. SERI Belit