The Humour Is In The Twist

Mom flips to another picture. "And this is my second son, Kalid. He would be 21." "Oh I remember him. He had such curly hair." 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," Mom whispers. "Yes," says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first started school." "He's a martyr also," Mom says, with a tear in her eye. After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photos and says, "They blow up so fast, don't they?"