Tlemcen is a city unlike any other. Even if a writer were to attempt to capture on its walls some of the very essence he drew from its breath, his thoughts would become fragmented, and he would almost lose himself in its allure. For Tlemcen may not open the doors to his spiritual secrets, despite his persistent pleas and entreaties. Tlemcen is a mystery, and from its mystery, secrets are revealed-a spirit without end. This book is but a glimpse of Tlemcen's breath, a gift bestowed upon us before its inspiration ceased. And yet, we will continue to entice it, hoping for its favor.