“With my sleek bob-cut and a toothy grin, I soaked in as much of this modern species of neon-green birds, as a three year old could” . That had been my very first encounter with an airplane. I remember how amazed I was by the large, white wings that spanned across the whole of the world for a much tinier me. I don’t remember much about my first home, prior to setting foot on that plane, but I do remember the glittering jets that would zoom over the cream-soda green mosque, across our balcony. To see one up close in 2005 was mind blowing, earth-shattering almost…but it was only once we took off that my life really changed.  While I have to admit that I cried my eyes out when my ears crackled weirdly from the new air pressure, I do remember admitting that I wanted to do it all over again– for the sake of feeling the freedom of drifting in between the clouds.  There’s a certain rush of adrenaline and danger that courses through your veins when you’re dangling mor...