Two Muslim Mothers
Two Middle Eastern 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."
"He's a martyr now", says the older Mom.
"Oh, so sad, my dear," says the other Mom.
Mom flips to another picture. "And this is my second son, Kali He would
be 21 now."
"Oh, I remember him, too. 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 now," Mom
"Yes", says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he started
"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?"