blrmaker
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Two Middle Eastern 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?'
:shocker
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?'
:shocker
