National Geographic : 1966 Jan
-and I was admitted to the brotherhood of Islam. "Mubaarak! Blessings!" said my friend Husain as we left the qaadi. He had driven back with me from Abha on his way to the pilgrimage. Now we would go together. Husain and I donned the ihraam, the pil grim dress, consisting of two pieces of seam less white cloth, one wound around the waist, the other draped over the left shoulder (page 47). All pilgrims wear the same garb, from the lowliest servant to the King himself. Money belt, sandals, and a green umbrella Castles of mud rise above the village of Khamis Mushayt in the cool 'Asir moun tains. Fagot of firewood on her back, a young shepherdess heads homeward. She crosses a dry wadi, where ditches trap rain water to nourish scant grass and terraces of wheat and sorghum. The author reached this mountainous region after an arduous three day camel trip from the Red Sea coast. In vited to dine with the local emir, he sat down to a banquet of whole roast lamb served atop a tray of steaming rice.