“That’s not a graveyard. It’s a palace.” Eva pressed the button to open the window, feeling the heat of afternoon on the breeze, followed shortly by the strong scent of the thousands of flowers growing along the sides of the road. Palm trees surrounded a mosque that could be described as nothing less than resplendent to Eva. She winced in the sunlight, unused to it with the tinted windows of the car. The mosque shimmered under the azure heavens above.
Gila leaned past Eva to breathe in the scented air, emitting a sigh of pleasure before returning to her seat.
“I love it here. So beautiful. The mosque was built in honor of the Maghrebi Abd el-Rahim. He settled here upon return from a pilgrimage to Mecca. He founded a great center of learning and prayer here, and, when he departed this ear
