Scene one; The last rays of sun were filtering through the narrow fronds of palm trees in the courtyard of Cordoba Mosque. Four students with their white turbans were sitting quietly on the floor of grand mosque.” What are you worried about friend?” asked one student from the other who seemed to be in deep thoughts.’’ I am thinking about the day when I will have to manage the matters of state’’ responded the tall thin fellow. The laughter broke out among the friends who started looking at him with astonishment. Yes! I am saying it right, so you have the time to ask what u want for that day. I love orchids and gardens so I would like to be the chief of Codoba’s gardens, demanded one. The other friend asked for governorship of Moldova while the third friend suddenly rose up and slapped on the face of poor fellow. You can’t be the minister of Andalus even in the upcoming thousands of years and, if for God’s sake, this thing happens, you will have the permission to paint my face bla...