Post by tonkatoy on May 19, 2007 0:24:11 GMT 1
Two Muslim mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over coffee.
The older of the mums pulls out her bag and starts flipping through pictures
and reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, Mohammed. He would be 24 now."
The other mum replies, "I remember him as a baby."
"He's a martyr now", says the older mum.
"Oh, so sad, my dear", says the other mum.
Mum 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", whispers
the Mum.
"Yes", says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he started
school."
"He's a martyr also", Mum 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 these days, don't they?"
The older of the mums pulls out her bag and starts flipping through pictures
and reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, Mohammed. He would be 24 now."
The other mum replies, "I remember him as a baby."
"He's a martyr now", says the older mum.
"Oh, so sad, my dear", says the other mum.
Mum 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", whispers
the Mum.
"Yes", says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he started
school."
"He's a martyr also", Mum 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 these days, don't they?"
;D ;D ;D