THE MOTHER OF ALL JOKES!!

Two Middle East  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?'