"Even Our Children Remember What They’ve Never Seen"

I showed my son the image of Cordoba during the golden age — olive oil lanterns lighting stone streets, scholars and seekers walking beneath arches of Andalusian elegance.

“When would you rather live,” I asked.

He said: “There.”

Not now — with all our technology, screens, access, and noise.

But then, in a time when the soul could breathe.

Because something in the hearts of the pure still knows where truth once stood.