Two Arab mothers are sitting in the Gaza strip chatting over a pint of
goats milk. The older mother pulls her bag out and starts flipping through
some photographs, and then starts reminiscing.
"This is my eldest son Mohammed. He is 24 year old" says mum.
"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 is 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 is 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"
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