3 Martyrs

[Chris Elworthy]

Two Arab mothers are sitting in a cafe shop in Baghdad, chatting over a

pint of warm goat's milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag

out and starts flipping through pictures and they start reminiscing.

" This is my oldest son Mohammed. He's 21 years old." "Yes, I

remember him as a baby" says the other mother cheerfully. "He's a

martyr now though" Mum confides, "a suicide bomber". "Oh, so sad

dear" says the other.

"And this is my second son Khalid. He's 18 ". "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, "A car bomber". "Oh gracious

me", says the other."

"

And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He's just 15", she

whispers. "Yes" says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when

he first started school". "He's a martyr also," says the 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 these days, don't

they?"................

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[James]

Sick but funny!

[Man On The Clapham Omnibus]

It's like the old one that surfaced a few years ago where the two ladies in burkhas were walking down the street in Tel Aviv and one said to the other, "Does my bomb look big in this?"