Born in 1972 in the village of Tabala, Algeria, Ahmed Bouzeraa was early on projected between two worlds: that of ancestral roots and that of exile. In 1974, his family settled in Reims, in eastern France. Far from his childhood landscapes, young Ahmed discovered another universe: that of bookmobiles and comic books—a space for imagination, visual storytelling, and escape. But everything shifted one summer in 1984, during a return to his homeland, when he encountered the Qur’anic Letter. An aesthetic shock. A revelation. An inner door opened, as if an ancient breath had returned.
That same year, a deep wound etched itself into his being: his father abandoned the family. This personal trauma silently set him on a path—a visceral search for a father, for meaning, for order, for a higher breath. In Constantine, where he continued his studies, he was asked to write his name in Arabic. A simple gesture, yet one that changed everything. For the first time, he was praised. The connection with sacred calligraphy grew stronger, almost without his knowledge. He began collecting Letters, Naming them, contemplating them. And so it began.
