Do terrorists eat biscuits? As I’m sitting on the plane, I spot the young man a row ahead of me. He looks sort of, what you call it, middle-eastern? Great. I can’t even distinguish ethnicity. He caught my attention because he is rocking back and forth, seemingly chanting something to himself. I see the little book he’s holding, a little book in Arabic script. Oh crap, a mild panic creeps up. I shouldn’t be panicking, that’s ridiculous. Why should I be worried about a darker…Continue Reading “Do terrorists eat biscuits?”