Black Seal
Membership Revoked
Two Arab mothers are looking at photo albums of their families.
"This is my eldest son Mohammed. He's 24 years old" says Mum.
'Yes, I remember him as a baby", says the other mother gleefully.
"He is a martyr now", his mother confides.
"Oh dear", says the other.
"And this is my second son Kalid. He is 21." the first mother continues.
"Oh I remember him." says the other happily,
"He had such curly hair when he was born."
"He's a martyr too", his mum says quietly .
"Oh gracious me', says the other.
"And this is my third son - my baby - my beautiful Ahmed; he's 18'". she
whispers.
"Yes." says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first started
school".
"He is a martyr also" says his mum, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab mother looks wistfully at the
photographs and says, " It's amazing, they blow up so fast".
"This is my eldest son Mohammed. He's 24 years old" says Mum.
'Yes, I remember him as a baby", says the other mother gleefully.
"He is a martyr now", his mother confides.
"Oh dear", says the other.
"And this is my second son Kalid. He is 21." the first mother continues.
"Oh I remember him." says the other happily,
"He had such curly hair when he was born."
"He's a martyr too", his mum says quietly .
"Oh gracious me', says the other.
"And this is my third son - my baby - my beautiful Ahmed; he's 18'". she
whispers.
"Yes." says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first started
school".
"He is a martyr also" says his mum, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab mother looks wistfully at the
photographs and says, " It's amazing, they blow up so fast".
