.....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?"

...............walking down the road. One turns to the other and says

" You think my bomb looks big in this dress?"

Hey you guys even I can play at this one::

I went to the adult store looking for an inflatable doll. I asked the guy over the counter "do you have any Muslim ones?" he said "Muslim ones?" confused..I said "Yeh Muslim ones...they blow themselves up".....