The next city I came to was Constantine, upon our arrival the governor gave me a gift of a rich woolen cloak, to replace my own tattered and weathered one, and money. It was very pleasing to see the fellow Muslims do practice the 5 Pillars, which the 3rd pillar is the reason why I was helped in my time of need.
We however had to move quickly and we did not stay here very long, the importance of not stopping was so critical that I had to be tied to my horse while I was ill so we could keep moving.
When we arrived at the city of Tunis,a major city of the arts and learning. I was immediately struck with homesickness. The artwork that would demand and capture ones attention as they walk through the market, the clothes were so fine that it felt like touching the fabric would ruin its gentle and supple nature. The Mosques and colleges were also such sights of beauty to behold, one could only imagine the vast topics and wealth of knowledge that one could obtain from learning within their walls. Seeing all of these sights made me feel rather homesick and alone, with tears welling up in my eyes a fellow pilgrim knew the source of my discomfort and comforted me.
I stayed here for about two months and I was even allowed to stay in a college dormitory and I met with numerous scholars and judges, by the time I left, I was a member of a larger caravan and was even appointed Qadi(Judge) for the caravan. The government of Tunis was even kind enough to lend us a few horsemen and archers to protect us from raiders.
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