Harry
2004-06-08 08:46:01 UTC
Two Middle East mothers are sitting in the desert strip chatting over a pint
of goat's milk. The oldest mother pulls her bag out and starts flipping
through pictures, and they start reminiscing. "This is my oldest son
Mohammed. He's 24 year old," says mum. "Yes, I remember him as a baby" says
the other mother gleefully. "He's a martyr now though" mum confides. "Oh
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 Achmed.
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,
"Its amazing, how they blow up so fast, isn't it ?"
of goat's milk. The oldest mother pulls her bag out and starts flipping
through pictures, and they start reminiscing. "This is my oldest son
Mohammed. He's 24 year old," says mum. "Yes, I remember him as a baby" says
the other mother gleefully. "He's a martyr now though" mum confides. "Oh
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 Achmed.
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,
"Its amazing, how they blow up so fast, isn't it ?"