In this novel, the writer recounts an era in his memoirs through the letters of his beloved Maryam to him, as well as the memoirs of his friend "Eid Ayyash." In a Sufi language derived from the world of dreams, the lame Wassini dusts off a hidden, forgotten world. He turns the pages of "The Jasmine Ring" searching for answers to questions that have long preoccupied man, passing through the crossing gates... "The cold, the isolation of the cemeteries, and twenty years of desperate attempts to forget you, Mary... I only know how to write about a woman whose demented heart has never known anyone else."