There is a shrine outside Bāb al-Futūḥ in Fez. It holds Mawlāy ʿAbd al-ʿAzīz al-Dabbāgh — a young Idrīsid sharīf who received one of the greatest spiritual openings in the history of Moroccan Islam, died at thirty-six, and left behind a textual legacy that continues to travel three centuries later. I am his descendant. I hold the keys.