REINCARNATION

Andalus - 1200 - part 2

HEY YALL

HEY YALL

HEY YALL

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"The Islamic civilization prides itself to be one of the most advanced civilization the world has ever witness. All possible, new, past knowledge is recorded, written and dissected here. Then again rewritten, refined, argued, composed back piece by piece and then ultimately applied in practical science. The society prides itself on knowledge. There is no greater gift than the gift of a true scholar to a nation. If you look at the streets of Andalus, you won't find a place like this anywhere else in the world. People come from every corner to learn from here. Its a place where no art, no architect, no science is ignored, they are applied, well at least we try to apply here." 

Everything was moving too fast. Apart from the rush of bouncing from one street to another, following the blonde ahead of him. Harry tried writing down everything he was hearing. Scribbling on his old notebook harshly. His written sentences were incomprehensible. A jumble of words strung together. Badly written handwritten that would make any mother shameful. Niall spoke quickly, like he has a commitment. As he spoke he pointed at every interesting thing that they passed by. A man on a weird instrument. A balcony. A mosque. 

"We're about to meet one of the esteemed teachers on Logic," said Niall, passing through two metal doors which suddenly appeared at the end of the cobbled walk way.

"Why logic?"

Niall shot him a soft smile, "You'll see."

Harry was in awe at the gargantuan marble fountain that decorated the front entrance overlooking a majestic looking red building. A place that more resembled a palace than a school. He'd never seen a building so beautiful in his life. The windows trimmed with azure panels. A large painting of the name of God and his prophet hung beautifully at the entrance. In Arabic too. He tried his best to cover his mouth, but it unwillingly went back down at the sheer beauty of it all. 

"Say in the name of god. His most merciful and most beneficial," said Niall, his eyes smiling. 

Harry repeated the words quickly. 

Niall strode confidently in the large corridors. His fabulous robe flowing behind him like curtains against a rough wind. Harry felt out of place among the well dressed people of Andalus. There they dressed in clean clothes. Well perfumed. A scent of flower or expensive musk. His own were pathetic and tattered. He noticed the kind looks the people passing by were giving him. A mixture of curiosity and confusion. Maybe it was his long dirty curly locks hanging from his head. The people mostly covered their head, wearing a turban, a tall hat, or something completely out of the ordinary. Harry mentally argued with himself as he followed Niall. Hopefully the trip wouldn't deflate his self confidence any longer. They stopped in front of a fancy wooden door with ivory for a handle. 

Even the doors are fancy.

"I will greet him. He is my close teacher and my friend. You'll be our guest. So do have manners," said Niall, winking at the lad. 

Harry gulped. Feeling a sudden rush of butterflies fluttering in the pit of his stomach.