Unfiltered Story #27900

Unfiltered | October 26, 2015

My mother was eight months pregnant with my younger sister at the time, and I was about three years old. My family and I were going to Turkey from America for vacation to see our family. We are all Turkish so my mom and my dad were speaking to each other fluently. A well dressed man sits in the aisle seat near us and hears my mother and father speak to each other in Turkish. He makes a face at us, catching my parent’s attention. Then he leans over and asks my mother:

“Are you carrying a bomb in your belly?”

The entire flight, we gave him dirty looks (which was actually very fun considering I was oblivious at the time of what he said) and he just avoided eye contact, sheepishly blushing from embarrassment every time he looked our way. For ten hours straight!