A day in the life

[Reverend Recoil]

Two Muslim mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a pint of goat's

milk. The older of the two pulls her bag out and starts flipping through

 

photographs and they start reminiscing.

 

"This is my oldest son Mohammed. He'd be 24 years old now." "Yes, I remember

 

him as a baby," says the other mother cheerfully. "He's a martyr now," mum

 

confides. "O! That's so sad dear," says the other.

 

"And this is my second son, Kalid. He'd be 21 now," says the first Muslim

 

mother. "Oh, I remember him," says the other happily, "he had such dark,

 

curly hair when he was born." "Yes, Well, he's a martyr, too now," says the

 

mother quietly. "Oh! Good gracious me," says the other.

 

"And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He'd be 18 now,"

 

whispers the first Muslim mother. "Yes," says the friend enthusiastically.

 

"I remember when he first started school." "He's a martyr too now" says the

 

Muslim 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?"

 

Enjoy, Reverend Recoil

 

 

[TwistJG26]

Good one, m8! Hope you get to return home soon.