in 1160, Almohad Sultan ordered an official settelment in Gibraltar with a castle which he named Medinat al-Fath, which means City of Victory. He crossed the straits to inspect the works and stayed for 2 months.
What caught the attention of The sultan was one of the little children by the nearby towns. She was named Isabel, She was working with other men to finish the Moorish castle and other buildings in the town.
But unfortunately, in 1274 onwards, the town was captured Nasrids of Granada, the Mandrids of Morroco and the kings of Castile.
''huff...puff...The Nasrids...'' The little country got lost herself in a forest, running away from the ones who captured their little town. There was no one to run to, for she was alone. The forest was vast, she couldn't get out. So she started to cry, he fellowmen and women were being captured by mean people with no reason. ''waah! uwaah!'' She started wiping her tear afterwards,because crying can't do any help, nobody would find her lost, for the forest was REALLY vast. The sound echoed through the forest, and-Yes! - finally,somebody saw her.
Those Green emerald eyes of pity looked down to the little country. The little country wiped her tears again, finally. Yes. Somebody found her.
In 1501, Gibraltar was passed down back to the spanish crown after the duke of Medina Sidonia had given it to the conversos in 1474. And Queen Isabela I of castille issued a royal warrant granting Gibraltar the coat of arms.
''R-really? T-thank you so much!'' The new coat of arms was a great choice, for it added more confidence. The little country thanked the Queen for the coat of arms and made it their...well yeah,their official coat of arms.