Those colorful lights went out, and disappeared behind the scenes of the troubled time. All the books of legends grew up, and sank into the darkness of the enchanted pink sea. Its seas sank, then returned carrying that Andalusian novel. ? Where is Nasser Al-Wari? Indeed, the leaves of their youth have fallen out! Is Andalus will understand in a wooden scabbard translated?! The memory of our Andalusia is pride, and its days are a luxurious life for all my people. A land has never died and its leaders are supporters of truth and sowers of goodness. Everyone hopes for its looks, and dreams of sitting under the branches of its shrubs. They are captivated by the sincere and proud winds of jasmine.
