2 Muslim Mothers
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, 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 wh ispers.
"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?"
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, 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 wh ispers.
"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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that is one of my favs[:D] 0 -
May they all follow that lead and do it in the desert all by them selves.[:D][:D][:p][^] Buzzard bait 0
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