Morbid Mirth
Two Arabs are sitting in a tent smoking hashish and talking about their
families. First Arab has his wallet out and is showing family pictures.
"This is my oldest son, Ali. He's a martyr."
His friend says "Praise Allah, how proud you must be!"
"Yes, we are indeed very proud of Ali. Now, this is our second oldest son,
Rashid. He became a martyr just last week."
"Praise Allah to the skies! What a fine looking young man!"
The proud father sighs, wipes a tear from his eye and says "Children. They blow
up so fast."
families. First Arab has his wallet out and is showing family pictures.
"This is my oldest son, Ali. He's a martyr."
His friend says "Praise Allah, how proud you must be!"
"Yes, we are indeed very proud of Ali. Now, this is our second oldest son,
Rashid. He became a martyr just last week."
"Praise Allah to the skies! What a fine looking young man!"
The proud father sighs, wipes a tear from his eye and says "Children. They blow
up so fast."