fahim mohammed
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I stared at them.
I was young. The afternoon sun felt blinding and hot. I must have been 13 or 14 years old.
A crowd had gathered outside. My friends and I ran towards the crowd to see what was happening.
I was trying to see over the heads of the people. Jumping. Moving from one place to another; to get a better view.
Someone seemed to have been hurt. Help was at hand. There were around 20 hospitals nearby.
Abdullah, tapped me on the shoulder. ' look, look there ', he said. It is him.
We had heard about the person in class. He was very learned. Very well known. A renowned scholar. Gifted, brilliant but famous for being a humble person.
He was dressed in clothes personally designed by Abu al-Hasan Ali bin Nafi. We knew about the designer but way, way above our means.
We stared at the Scholar. He was trying very hard not to be recognized.
He too was watching the medical personnel providing aid to the man lying on the ground.
I turned to Abdullah. ' Why is he here in the sun? ' I asked.
A shrug of the shoulders. ' Come on, lets go home '.
We passed the beauty parlors, coffee shops, the designer clothes windows, the barber salons and the beauty parlors. My city had been transformed by Abu al-Hasan Ali.
Fashion, etiquette, style, had been introduced. My city's fame had traveled far and wide.
Some said that my town ( now a city ) was the center of science, music, art, literature, medicine and philosophy.
I don't know. I was very young.
I walked slowly back, wondering why he was in the crowd.
Qurtuba, Al-Andalus. Long time ago. A.D. 852. My home.
To be continued.