Two Arabs are sitting in a Gaza bar chatting over a pint of fermented goats milk.
One pulls out his wallet and starts flipping
through pictures, and they start reminiscing.
This is my oldest son, Mohammed..... he's a
martyr. This is my second son, Hachmed.
He is a martyr also.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second
Arab says wistfully, "They blow up so fast,