Two Muslim mothers 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 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:
Apparently Osama Bin Laden is a choc-a-holic and particularly fond of smarties...on 7/7 he got through three tubes and a Double-decker...
Note: that appeared on my mobile sometime early in the hours of 8/7! The source was a very senior RA officer who ought to have known better, tsk, tsk! Luckily we all saw the funny side because let's face it there is always a funny side. When Mrs Cuddles was giving birth to our still-born daughter some years ago the anaesthetist was making a complete bollocks of putting in the line for the epidural. Eventually he was ready and said "Just a little prick.." to which I replied "Oh don't be so hard on yourself doc'"...So "sick jokes" do have a value in coping with bad things as well as appealing to the warped military SOH!