From the bloodied ruins of my family, I rode alone across deserts and seas. In Al-Andalus, I built anew—mosques, cities, orchards—turning exile into empire. The Great Mosque of Córdoba rose not merely from ambition, but from a longing to root tawḥīd into new soil. Against chaos and division, I planted order and mercy. Walk with me through palm gardens and marble halls where resilience breathed life into lost hopes.