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> 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 two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping
> through photos. They start reminiscing.
>   
> 'This is my oldest son, Mujibar.  He would have been 24 years old now.'
>   
> 'Yes, I remember him as a baby,' says the other mother cheerfully.
>   
> 'He's a martyr now though,' the mother confides.
>  
> 'Oh, so sad dear,' says the other.
>
>       
> 'And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been 21.'
>   
> 'Oh, I remember him,' says the other happily,  'he had such curly hair when
> he was born.'
>
> 'He's a martyr too,' says the mother quietly.
>   
> 'Oh, gracious me . . . , ' says the other.
>
>       
> 'And this is my third son.  My baby. My beautiful Ahmed.  He would have been
> 18,' she whispers. 
>   
> 'Yes,' says the friend enthusiastically, 'I remember when he first started
> school.' 
>   
> 'He's a martyr also,' says the mother, with tears in her eyes.
>    
> After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at
> the photographs and, searching for the right words, says . . .
>     
> 'They blow up so fast, don't they?¹

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A son asked his mother the following question: 'Mom, why are wedding dresses white? '
The mother looks at her son and replies: 'Son, this shows your friends and relatives that your bride is pure.'
The son thanks his Mom and goes off to double-check this with his father.
‘Dad why are wedding dresses white?’ he asks.
The father looks at his son in surprise and says: 'Son, all household appliances come in white.'
He is still in intensive care with a prognosis of very slow recovery.