A novel with an Andalusian character, which whenever its mention is mentioned in a gathering, its people yearn for its days, and a burning ember sweeps through the conscience like a young bride whose people neglected her and were busy with her, so she went down the stairs of loss after she used to enchant with her majestic Arab beauty and her high lineage. Oh Andalusia, the times fade and its glow fades, history ages and its features wrinkle, and you still oh Andalusia, you sweep through the conscience like a burning ember, or a young bride whose people neglected her or were busy with her, so she went down the stairs of loss, after she lived the most beautiful years of her Arab youth, assassinating with her majestic beauty and high lineage, so others had nothing towards her but admiration and fear... then they passed by her in astonished amazement and submissive shyness, they could hardly raise their eyes at her captivating and captivating face together