[Charliewool]

Two Middle East mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a
pint of goat's milk.
The older of the two 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 Kalid. 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................

Wait for it........




"They blow up so fast, nowadays don't they?"