The air in Kigali carries a kind of quiet strength — the kind born not from forgetting, but from remembering with courage. Beneath soft morning light, the Kigali Genocide Memorial rises from the heart of the city like a sacred whisper. Rows of flowers rest beside marble slabs etched with names, and the gentle murmur of visitors feels like prayer. This is Rwanda — a country that turned its deepest wound into its greatest teacher.