This is not one of those jokes, but it is a joke I found amusing and un-nerving at the same time:
Two Muslims are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting over a pint of
fermented goat's milk.
One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and they
start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."
"You must be so proud," says the other.
"This is my second son. He is a martyr also."
"A fine looking young man," replies his friend.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim says wistfully,
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"
