Overwhelmed by the magnificence and splendor of the 800 year Muslim dominion, Iqbal seemed spellbound for a moment. For decades he had longed to visit Spain, not only for its legendary charm and picturesque beauty but, more importantly, to experience the heritage of almost 800 years of Islamic presence.

But now, it seemed as if the glory and grandeur of this greatest legacy of Muslims had bewitched him. Soon he found himself reminiscing about Tariq Bin Ziad's hawks pulverizing a mammoth Visgothic army of King Roderick. So firm was their determination. Such unwavering was their resoluteness.

Enraptured by those flashbacks, his eyes would've filled with tears; the tears of pride and elation. It was agonizing, both spiritually and emotionally, to see the reflection of the Muslim splendor cast a borrowed light upon the history of the land which it had once warmed with its sunny radiance.

Infact, the Arabs suddenly appeared in Spain like a star which crosses through the air with its light, spreads its flames on the Horizon and then vanishes rapidly into naught.

This website will try to portray Iqbal's brief sojourn in Spain and his experience at Masjid-e-Qurtaba.