I COULDN'T RESIST

[tom21 19]

Remember, I don't write 'em, just post them on.

 

 

 

 

Two Muslim mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a pint of goat's milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts flipping through photos 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 is 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?"

 

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