Two Muslim mothers were sitting in a cafe chatting over a pint of goat's milk.
The older of the moms pulled out her bag and started flipping through pictures and reminiscing. "This is my oldest son, Mohamed. He would be 24 now."
The other mom replied, "I remember him as a baby."
To which the older mom responded, "He's a martyr now."
"Oh, so sad, my dear." said the younger mom.
The older mom then flipped to another picture. "And this is my second son, Kali. He would be 21."
"Oh I remember him. He had such curly hair when he was born."
The older mom sighed, "He's a martyr, too."
"Oh gracious me" said the younger mother.
"And this is my third son. My beautiful Ahmed.! He would be 18"
"Yes" her friend interjected enthusiastically, "I remember when he first started school."
"He's a martyr also" the older mom responded with tears in her eyes. After a pause and a deep sigh, the younger Muslim mother looked wistfully at the photos and said:
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
H/T Theo Spark
Sad, but true, although the joke isn't truly representative of Palestinian mothers, because many actually rejoice at the fact their sons and daughters are martyrs.