Today, while I was at the airport, I received an Uber request from a foreigner, so I went to her and found her to be in her early twenties. From her name and Slavic appearance, I expected her to be Russian. I usually like to talk to foreigners who ride with me and ask them about their nationality. I wish I hadn’t asked about her nationality.
To my surprise, she tells me she's from Serbia.
I always go back in time to when I was about 16 years old when the massacres committed by the Serbs against Muslims and the thousands of cases of gang rape that Muslim women were subjected to
I remembered the attempts I made to travel to jihad in Bosnia and Herzegovina.
I kept thinking about whether her father or uncle participated in these crimes.
Imagine I sat with her for a whole hour from the airport to Dokki, while I was thinking and recalling these painful memories.
I treated her with respect throughout the trip and did not tell her what I was thinking because I had to separate my feelings from my work, and also because I know that she was born after these crimes, so she was not involved in them.
I treated her well and gave her five stars even though I was upset throughout the trip.