No sleep last night

It’s weird, thinking about that flight now. What most vividly stands-out in my mind were two Arabic gentlemen, who spent most of the flight pacing up and down the aisles, reading their prayer books out loud. The flight attendants kept asking the gentlemen to return to their seats, which they would do, but within minutes they’d both be up and pacing again. At the time I figured that they were afraid of flying, and maybe it was a good thing that they were praying, as that might be keeping the flight in the air. Today I don’t know how I would feel and I am scared to think about how my fellow travelers would react.