Two Muslim mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a pint of
>>goat's milk. The older of the moms pulls out her bag and starts
>>flipping through pictures and reminiscing.
>>
>>"This is my oldest son, Mohammed. He would be 24 now."
>>
>>The other mom replies, "I remember him as a baby."
>>
>>Mom says, "He's a martyr now."
>>
>>"Oh, so sad, my dear."
>>
>>Mom 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."
>>
>>Mom 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,"
>>Mom whispers.
>>
>>"Yes," says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first
>>started school".
>>
>>"He's a martyr also," Mom 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?"
2007-12-05
00:14:58
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