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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Funny Side of Suicide Bombers

Two Muslim 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 Mohammed. 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. "He had such curly hair when he was born."
"He's a martyr also," 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. "I remember when he first started school."
"He's a martyr too," 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 says...
"They blow up so fast these days, don't they?"

Thanks to Nick.


Anonymous Anonymous said...


11:09 AM  
Blogger Ann said...

Very funny - but as Howie Carr, a local drive time radio jocky would say, 'how mean spirited of you' (think sarcasm!) :)

1:52 AM  
Blogger fyshpatrick said...

You should title it, 'Salad-in Days.'

2:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yup, they might run out. They get younger and younger.

9:23 AM  
Anonymous DagneyT said...

Sadly, this attests to Golda Meir's lament, "Until muslims love their children more than they hate Jews, there will be no peace." [paraphrasing]

10:17 AM  

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