This acknowledgment is not merely biographical but foundational to this work. My ancestors preserved memories in mountain villages while empires rose and fell in the plains. They whispered prayers in Tamazight while others declared holy wars in Arabic. They guarded secrets in embroidery patterns while libraries burned. Growing up between the Djurdjura mountains and the diaspora, I inherited fragments of stories that official histories denied. My grandmother sang lullabies about "when the prophets walked our valleys." My grandfather showed me cave paintings he called "Abraham's footprints." These were not literal truths, but deeper truths-testaments to Algeria's spiritual centrality in the Amazigh imagination.
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