Any city would remain a mystery if its own women do not reveal its first secrets to us. Even if we live for a lifetime in it, or visit it time after time. “Whenever I remember my city, two things come to my mind: my mother, and the neighbor whom I loved in my adolescence. Then I remember the city’s monuments, markets and the vibe of life in it.” Through love alone, a woman would reveal herself and the secrets of her place. Through love alone, cities can keep alive on this earth. With hatred, men are killed and their lands perish; their time is lost and the faces of their cities fade – the faces of their coveted women.