Pages: 488
About the book:
In the novel we will learn about the last days of Seville, who defended it? Who betrayed her, how did the horrific fall happen? And who contributed to it? How did the city stand in the months of its siege? Why did it surrender in the end? What happened to the neighbor and her people after the fall?
Quote from the book:
Oh, neighbor of the big valley
What do the pens write, how are the words arranged, and what do we say at the beginning and the end ??
Seville, a blue sky, a green garden, a ritual poem, a shadow and water, an altitude and Sanaa, and a shame, in you the Islamic endowments, the Almoravid championships, and the Almohad exploits ..
Seville, livers pounding, leaves clapping, a river flowing, tears breaking, flowers cracking,
The conquerors entered you like a forest lion, and you met them with hugs, and spread the eyelids for them, so they lived on your mounds like crowns.
Seville, Arts and Shogun, Ayyun and Metoon, Plains and Hazon, Ibn Sahl sings to you, and Ibn Abbad wept for your separation, and Ibn Zaidoun slept in you.
Oh, neighbor of the valley to you, my hope has ended, you are the beginning and the end. My heart sees all the feats in you, and your desire is
About the book:
In the novel we will learn about the last days of Seville, who defended it? Who betrayed her, how did the horrific fall happen? And who contributed to it? How did the city stand in the months of its siege? Why did it surrender in the end? What happened to the neighbor and her people after the fall?
Quote from the book:
Oh, neighbor of the big valley
What do the pens write, how are the words arranged, and what do we say at the beginning and the end ??
Seville, a blue sky, a green garden, a ritual poem, a shadow and water, an altitude and Sanaa, and a shame, in you the Islamic endowments, the Almoravid championships, and the Almohad exploits ..
Seville, livers pounding, leaves clapping, a river flowing, tears breaking, flowers cracking,
The conquerors entered you like a forest lion, and you met them with hugs, and spread the eyelids for them, so they lived on your mounds like crowns.
Seville, Arts and Shogun, Ayyun and Metoon, Plains and Hazon, Ibn Sahl sings to you, and Ibn Abbad wept for your separation, and Ibn Zaidoun slept in you.
Oh, neighbor of the valley to you, my hope has ended, you are the beginning and the end. My heart sees all the feats in you, and your desire is
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