Long after the death of Jalal ibn Rashid, Damascus still whispered his name in the narrow alleys and crowded bazaars. Apprentices who had once bent over his anvil carried fragments of his wisdom, and warriors still boasted of blades bearing his intertwined crescent mark. Yet the story did not end with Jalal’s passing. For every forge, if kept alive, becomes an heirloom of fire. And in the hands of those who dared to hold the hammer, the legacy continued.