"I grabbed my son, I held my husband's hand and, despite the fact that I am not a particularly religious person, I prayed. The last man came out of the bathroom, and as he passed the man in the yellow shirt he ran his forefinger across his neck and mouthed the word "No." .......
isn't it kind of funny that after all the shady conversations at the back of the plane that the 'terrorist' decided to suddenly start speaking English instead of Arabic!!
This story reads like a child's school essay!
"The Day I Was Kidnapped!" by Me aged 11.