Joke
Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 12:28 pmTwo Middle East mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a
pint of goat's milk.
The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts flipping
through pictures and they start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son Mohammed. He's 24 years old now."
"Yes, I remember him as a baby," says the other mother cheerfully.
"He's a martyr now though," mum confides.
"Oh, so sad dear," says the other.
"And this is my second son, Khalid. He's 21."
"Oh, I remember him," says the other happily, "he had such curly
hair when he was born."
"He's a martyr too," says mum quietly.
"Oh gracious me " says the other.
"And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He's
18," she whispers.
"Yes," says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first
started school."
"He's a martyr also," says mum, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks
wistfully at the photographs and says..
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
pint of goat's milk.
The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts flipping
through pictures and they start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son Mohammed. He's 24 years old now."
"Yes, I remember him as a baby," says the other mother cheerfully.
"He's a martyr now though," mum confides.
"Oh, so sad dear," says the other.
"And this is my second son, Khalid. He's 21."
"Oh, I remember him," says the other happily, "he had such curly
hair when he was born."
"He's a martyr too," says mum quietly.
"Oh gracious me " says the other.
"And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He's
18," she whispers.
"Yes," says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first
started school."
"He's a martyr also," says mum, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks
wistfully at the photographs and says..
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
