bbcmudtruck Posted January 13, 2010 Report Share Posted January 13, 2010 Two Middle East mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing. This is my oldest son, Mujibar.. He would have been 24 years old now. Yes, I remember him as a baby,' says the other mother cheerfully. He's a martyr now though,' the mother confides. Oh, so sad dear,' says the other. And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been 21. Oh, I remember him,' says the other happily, 'he had such curly hair when he was born. He's a martyr too,' says the mother quietly. 'Oh, gracious me . . . , ' says the other. And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been 18, she whispers. Yes,' says the friend enthusiastically, 'I remember when he first started school.' He's a martyr also,' says the mother, with tears in her eyes. After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says . . . They blow up so fast, don't they?' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MikeNick Posted January 13, 2010 Report Share Posted January 13, 2010 LMAO.....Nice... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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