I must admit, this is rather insensitive, but it is hilarious.

Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a pint
> > of goat's milk. The elder of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts
> > flipping through pictures and they start reminiscing.
> >
> > "This is my oldest son Mohammed. He was 24 years old". "Yes, I remember
> > him as a baby" says the other mother cheerfully. "He's a martyr now though" mom
> > confides. "Oh so sad dear" says the other.
> >
> > "And this is my second son Kalid. He was 21". "Oh, I remember him," says
> > the other happily, "he had such curly hair when he was born". "He's a martyr
> > too" says mom quietly. "Oh gracious me." says the other.
> >
> > "And this is my third son. My baby, my beautiful Ahmed, he was 18, she
> > whispers. "Yes" says the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he
> > first started school". "He's a martyr also," says mom, 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?"