Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in the cafe sipping tea and
chatting about their families.

The older of the moms pulls out her bag and starts flipping through
pictures and reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mohammed. He would be 24 now."
The other Mom replies, "I remember him as a baby."
"He's a martyr now", says the older Mom.

"Oh, so sad, my dear," says the other Mom.

Mom flips to another picture. "And this is my second son,
Kali He would be 21 now."
"Oh, I remember him, too. He had such curly hair when he was born."
Mom sighs, "He's a martyr, too."

"Oh gracious me" says the second mother.

"And this is my third son. My beautiful Ahmed.
He would be 18 now," Mom whispers.

"Yes", says her friend enthusiastically,
"I remember when he started school."

"He's a martyr also," Mom says, with tears in her eyes.

After a laung pause and a very deep sigh, the second
Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photos and says

"They blow up so fast these days, don't they?"

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