Hook Dem
07-27-2005, 07:06 PM
Two Arab mothers are sitting in the cafe strip chatting over a pint of
goat's milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts
flipping through photos, 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 Kalid. 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, don't they?"
goat's milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts
flipping through photos, 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 Kalid. 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, don't they?"