There is no victor but Allah, there is no victor but Allah, there is no victor but Allah…
Post and photos by Claríssa Robles-Gamboa

Although short, this study abroad trip has given me the opportunity to visit places I’d never imagine and continuously shared its hidden treasures through the landscapes, architecture, and scenery. Individually, when with my host family, they took me to Socovos and Torrevieja. As a group, we have been residing in the city of Murcia, traveled to Jumillo, Alicante, and this past weekend, Las Chicas and I were able to experience a different region, one reminding us much of home.


Granada, named after a fruit we know as a pomegranate, worked its charm to make time stop. The view was breathtaking and eternal; fulfilling the concept of a recurring theme of water brought to the Muslim and Christian communities commonly known to be both practical and beautiful in architecture.

Waking up at five a.m. was worth it in order to walk the Alhambra (spanning about three miles), where American writer residing in the [then abandoned] Alhambra (1829) Washington Irving’s Tales from the Alhambra were brought to life. Its grand and majestic telling that only the Alhambra knows of making it even more alluring and mystical. The greenest cypress evergreen trees representing its wealth were a staple besides the several royal palaces. All shared characteristics of Islamic architecture: the Comares Palace, the Palace of the Lions (my personal favorite), the Partal Palace and a fourth which was later begun by Christian Ruler (Carlos V), there he never truly quite finished it nor has anyone residing there.



Twelve hours, twelve months that is the representation found at the Palace of the Lions, perhaps that is what drew me to it as the lion has played a symbolic figure in my life. They were so carefully placed, each different from the other sitting in the center of it all. Just as another well-known ruler: Allah. Written in Arabic script over 9,000 times you can find the phrase There is no victor but Allah and came to find the importance the number five was for the Muslim people. As our guide taught us, you can find those same Arabic words in the palm of your hand. I felt a rush of emotion because although I personally do not believe, I thought it was beautiful how in-tuned I had felt with the universe during that visit to a place so wondrous I could not help but sense a feeling of glory. It was just something bigger than I and so sacred.

Dinner that night was Tajin for me. I’ve been treated with nothing but good food here. The food is rich and, at times, influenced by a mixture of cultures or distinct to a single region or even to a specific city. We did however break out of our Spanish cuisine and grabbed pizza for lunch. Noted: you can major in Pizza at the Universita Della Pizza Italiana Nel Mondo located in Granada! For dinner, we ate traditional Spanish dishes at a little family-owned restaurant where the meatballs were heavenly and service unmatched (we were even served by “Danny DeVito’s Brother!”).



Another view I enjoyed was the Royal Chapel. Unfortunately no cameras were allowed. However the wealth that was displayed was its own marvel. All I have experienced up until this very moment has been unimaginable, I cannot even express and put into words. The bonds I have created with Las Chicas will be as unbreakable as the same city that has nurtured us/the places who have hosted us. In comparison, we have found ourselves resilient, evolving rapidly, and adapting to a good pace of life. Time has stood still–for me at least–and it has been a pleasure to find myself in a place that has not lost its foundations, customs, roots, above all: its culture.

**Acknowledgements to Nina Calalb for the photo of the Palacio de los Leones and to Carmyn Ginetti for the photo of the stained glass window in the Alhambra.
















