The Middle EAst

This is so bad I had to pass it on For all of us from the Middle East!

> > 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?"