Sick Humor

Two Muslim mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a pint of goat's milk.

The older of the mothers pulls out a small album of photos and they start reminiscing...

"This is my eldest son Mohammed, who would be 24 years old now..."

"Yes, I remember him as a baby," says the other mother cheerfully.

"He's a martyr now, though," the first confides.

"Oh, so sad dear," says the other.

"And this is my second son, Kalid, who 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 the first mum quietly.

"Oh gracious me," says the other.

"And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed, who would be 18," she whispers.

"Yes," says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first started school."

"He is 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 ?"

Blame Flametoad for this one.

You have to laugh, just to keep from cracking up.