Looking every inch a typical Persian dervish, he kept his hair long and always wore a long white robe.
The shopkeeper was very much the opposite — a materialist who despised Sheriar's piety and would scold him on the slightest pretext. Although Sheriar had come to India seeking light, so far he had found only darkness. When the owner finally accused him of dishonesty, Sheriar quit rather than be the target of such unjust accusations. Thus after five months, he was free once again. He took his wages, but kept only two rupees; the rest he gave away.
It seems as if this employment, which had been thrust upon him, was destiny's brief respite for Sheriar (although the job had not been easy). As it turned out, Sheriar was to wander for ten more years throughout India under circumstances much more trying than those he had already undergone in Iran. With the two rupees he had kept, Sheriar purchased a wooden bowl and a staff. With no further money, he decided to walk to Karachi, over 1,000 miles north. He wandered through Gujarat and Kutch, passing through Surat, Wadhwan and Mandvi. The long days of walking severely blistered his feet, yet he did not stop. He found shelter under a tree at night, and, during the day continued walking, repeating Yezdan. If he happened to be given food as alms, he would eat; otherwise he would consider it God's wish that he fast.
Sheriar's path crossed that of many sadhus, yogis and penitent ascetics and he took refuge at places of pilgrimage. After a rigorous journey of four months, in a weak and emaciated condition, he reached Karachi at last. Why he had walked to that city is unknown — perhaps he knew someone there — but after staying a month and regaining part of his strength, he resumed his journey — this time without a fixed destination.
Sheriar began wandering aimlessly in the scorching Sind desert. After a few weeks, his feet were again blistered and raw and his tongue was swollen from thirst. Resting on the burning sands offered no relief from the blazing sun. He tried desperately to plod forward, but he was so weak each step became more and more difficult. Finally, he could not move one step farther. Crying out, "Yezdan!" he fainted. There was neither water nor shelter in this part of the desert.