two mothers chattin.....

> Two Middle East mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a
> pint of goat's milk.
> The older of the mothers 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, 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'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..
> "They blow up so fast these days, don't they?"

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