There were two Muslim mothers at an outdoor laundromat + while doing their laundry, began to commiserate, + like all Mothers everywhere brought out the wallet with pictures of their kids. The one tells the other, " Here is my eldest, Abdula, he was 28, but he was a martyr; here is my second son, Jafar, who was 24, be he also was a martyr. + her is a picture of my youngest, Ali, who was 19 but, alas, was also a martyr. The other mother sighs with feeling + personal knowledge + says, "How well I know. They blow uo so fast."