> Two Muslim mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a pint of
> goat's
> milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts flipping
> through
> photos and they start reminiscing.
>
> "This is my oldest son Mohammed. He's 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'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 Ahmed. He's 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?"
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went like this when I heard it
Two Muslim mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a pint of
> goat's
> milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts flipping
> through
> photos and they start reminiscing.
>
> "This is my oldest son Mohammed. He's 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'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 Ahmed. He's 18," she
> whispers.
>
> "Yes," says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first
> started
> school."
>
> "Is He a Martyr too ? says the friend the mother smiles and says.
No He is Gay.
LMAO