Posted by: cranky | August 2, 2008

Hindsight

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 mothers pulls a bag  out of her purse and starts flipping  through photos. And they start reminiscing.

‘This is my oldest son Mohammed. He  would be 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 would be 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 would be 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, don’t they?’

 

Thanks to Lesa!

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Responses

  1. Hahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!

    That was good

  2. AAAAGGGGHHHHH……ALLAHU AKTARD!!!!

    *lights firecracker*

  3. Kaboom!

  4. Too freaking funny


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