Amazement accompanies me, and I find myself as the one who lost part of my organs, not my legs, not my hands, but rather my eyeballs, I no longer see things as I saw them before this incident, a feeling of despair, shattering, helplessness that makes me whenever I stay alone for a while, I look up at the sky, I am captivated by the scenes of the Inquisition Those lofty palaces, those luxurious streets that were stained with the blood of Muslims, I do have to pray that Allah restores Andalusia for us.
#part 1

I will pray to Allah that I may see you or inform you, a supplication accompanied by certainty and longing, but I fear for myself the shock that I will not be able to speak Arabic; To say hello and everyone stares, looking at what is wrong with this terrorist. If the walls spoke, I would have told them that these are my residents, they are the origin, they are the ones who lit up Europe around me, I will go to the nearest mosque to find a sign on it that says, This is a historical landmark, I will pass the Arab Bridge, as if I am missing something. They will tell me: Have you lost your way? Can we help you in the search? I froze, unable to answer. How can I appeal to a fantasy that the people of the earth do not recognize? It has been a reality for centuries.

#part 2
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