Tell His Dad Not to Come
A Jar of Jam - Tell His Dad Not to Come
His mother opened the door for me. She took a look at me head to toe. “Wait, let me tell his dad to come here, he’s out in the desert”, she said. I didn’t say a word. We entered and got seated. The neighbors entered one by one and got seated around the living room. I felt like something is not normal here. “Dear ma’am, you got it wrong. I’m not here to bring the news of martyrdom of your son”, I said. “So why are you here?”, she asked. “I’m here to tell you your son is alright”, I replied. All the neighbors laughed. She was the happiest of them all. “My son told me that we pray for him to be martyred, that is why I thought you are here to deliver the news”, she said. We laughed and everything went well. Six months later, we knocked on the same door. We told them the news. The mother bowed down, thanking God. She was firm as a mountain. “Thank God my son’s dream came true, Thank God”, she .said
