I don’t know whether I spent the night in his home, or probably on his bed. Have I sat in his favourite place and leant on his preferred place on the old arch as he watched clouds gathering, looking a fields, trees and streams? Tens of questions mixed with despair with an answer to a single one: Ronda is the land of Aboul-Baqaa Alrandi, the writer of the most well-known elegy in Arabic poetry