Two Arab parents are sitting in a Gaza bar chatting over a couple of glasses of fermented goats milk.
Fairly soon the wonderful ambience and the goats milk gets them reminiscing and one pulls out his wallet and starts flipping through his family pictures.
"This is my handsome oldest son Mohammed.......he's a martyr."
" This is my wonderful second son Habib........he too is a martyr."
" This is my wonderful daughter Fatimah.......she also is a martyr."
After a pause and a deep sigh the second Arab says wistfully; "Ah, they blow up so fast, don't they?"
Fairly soon the wonderful ambience and the goats milk gets them reminiscing and one pulls out his wallet and starts flipping through his family pictures.
"This is my handsome oldest son Mohammed.......he's a martyr."
" This is my wonderful second son Habib........he too is a martyr."
" This is my wonderful daughter Fatimah.......she also is a martyr."
After a pause and a deep sigh the second Arab says wistfully; "Ah, they blow up so fast, don't they?"