shanethepainter
16-02-2008, 10:28 PM
Two Muslim mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a pint of
goat's milk.
The older of the mums pulls out her bag and starts flipping through
pictures and reminiscing...'This is my oldest son, Mohammed.
He would be 24 now'.
The other mum replies, 'I remember him as a baby.'
Mum says, 'He's a martyr now.'
'Oh, so sad my dear.'
Mum flips to another picture. 'And this is my second son, Kalid.
He would be 21.'
'Oh I remember him. He had such curly hair when he was born.'
Mum sighs, 'He's a martyr, too.'
'Oh gracious me ,' says the second mother.
'And this is my third son. My beautiful Ahmed! He would be 18',
Mum whispers.
'Yes,' says her friend enthusiastically, 'I remember when he
first started school.'
'He's a martyr also', Mum says, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks
wistfully at the photos and says...........
'They blow up so fast, don't they?'
goat's milk.
The older of the mums pulls out her bag and starts flipping through
pictures and reminiscing...'This is my oldest son, Mohammed.
He would be 24 now'.
The other mum replies, 'I remember him as a baby.'
Mum says, 'He's a martyr now.'
'Oh, so sad my dear.'
Mum flips to another picture. 'And this is my second son, Kalid.
He would be 21.'
'Oh I remember him. He had such curly hair when he was born.'
Mum sighs, 'He's a martyr, too.'
'Oh gracious me ,' says the second mother.
'And this is my third son. My beautiful Ahmed! He would be 18',
Mum whispers.
'Yes,' says her friend enthusiastically, 'I remember when he
first started school.'
'He's a martyr also', Mum says, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks
wistfully at the photos and says...........
'They blow up so fast, don't they?'