If my father were here, he would raise his cute little eyebrows and smile in amusement at my crazy never-ending travels. He would then say something like: ‘enough craziness ya Shaikha Razan! What’s in South America? Just come home!’. Here is my response Baba: the biggest smile I could muster, only for you. I miss you every second of everyday. South America’s beautiful sky – the one I’m so in love with and can’t stop writing about – is all you.