I first read about Maryam's life in Marrakesh and thought ahh....so magical. But when any one of us takes time to really read a blog, there is often a depth to the writer that reaches right to one's core. Yes, Maryam and her family are creating that fairy-tale like guesthouse in Morocco but read her posts on her work in Rwanda and see another side of her life.
I remember reading long ago that hate was a void and a void could not be fought. A void could only be filled. The void of hate could only be filled with love.