She worked for Mt. Sinai doctors, and she was from Morocco. She was friendly and interested in the fact that I had written about Morocco (Hope’s Triumph). Knowing that Morocco is adjacent to jihadist Algeria, I said, “I’m glad you don’t wear a jihab.”
She looked vehement. “Oh, no. I’m from the north, near Spain, and we believe what we believe!” No Quran was going to make primitives out of those strong Moroccans, I could see that. It was a statement of a proud humanity created by a benevolent God.
I would be pleased to visit Casablanca, a big Moroccan city, but also a famous one. Most of all I’d like to visit the people of northern Morocco. They have told me something, and I’d feel safe.