you gotta laugh sometimes...
Two Arab mothers are sitting in the Gaza strip chatting over a pint of goat's milk. The older mother pulls her bag out and starts flipping through pictures, and then starts reminiscing.
"This is my eldest son Mohammed. He's 24 year old," she says.
"Yes, I remember him as a baby," says the other mother gleefully.
"He is a martyr now," his mother confides.
"Oh dear," says the other.
"And this is my second son Kalid. He is 21."
"Oh I remember him," says the other happily. "He had such curly hair when he was born."
"He's a martyr too," his mum quietly says.
"Oh gracious me," says the other.
"And this is my third son - my baby - my beautiful Achmed. He's 18," she whispers.
"Yes," says the friend enthusiastically. "I remember when he first started school."
"He is a martyr also," says his mum with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab mother looks wistfully at
the photographs and says:
"Its amazing... they blow up so fast these days."
BAM!!!