The University...

Her family had been important from the beginning of time. They were, and with her father still were, for having, for being and especially for lineage, as they had a direct connection to the prophet. This gave their kinship the greatest legitimacy possible. And being a Sayyid or a Sharif generated an aura of recognition and prestige that transcended any border or government. One of those crises in his native Tunisia forced his father to leave everything and start from scratch after an arduous and exhausting journey to Fez, in Morocco. Centuries of failed and successful ventures made Phoenician and Bedouin blood, both true merchants of seas and deserts, run through his father's veins. The father's greatest virtue was that beautiful and delicate ancestral art of discussing and haggling any price offered or requested to infinity and beyond. With this, the father managed to amass an immense fortune that contrasted with his daughter's extreme spiritual devotion. In those twists and turns that life often has, in a very short time, his father, husband, and brother passed away. As a result, our heroine and her sister were left orphaned of everything, but swimming in an abundant and gigantic inheritance. And that's where everything changed. On the first day of Ramadan, almost 1,200 years ago, Fatima al-Fihri laid the first stone of what she initially thought would be a beautiful mosque. During the two years of construction, she fasted as a vow of gratitude while overseeing every detail of the project.