Seven-year-old Mohammad entered his classroom in Dublin on the first day of school.
"What's your name?", asked the teacher. "Mohammad," he replied.
"You're in Ireland now," replied the teacher, "so from now on you will be known as Mike."
Mohammad returned home after school. "How was your day, Mohammad?" his mother asked.
"My name is not Mohammad. I'm in Ireland and now my name is Mike."
"Are you ashamed of your name?" his mother asked. "Are you trying to dishonor your parents, your
heritage, your religion? Shame on you!"
And his mother beat the crap out of him.
Then she called his father, who beat the crap out of him again.
The next day Mohammad returned to school.
The teacher saw all his fresh bruises. "What happened to you, Mike?" she asked.
"Well, shortly after becoming an Irishman, I was attacked by two friggin Muslims."
"What's your name?", asked the teacher. "Mohammad," he replied.
"You're in Ireland now," replied the teacher, "so from now on you will be known as Mike."
Mohammad returned home after school. "How was your day, Mohammad?" his mother asked.
"My name is not Mohammad. I'm in Ireland and now my name is Mike."
"Are you ashamed of your name?" his mother asked. "Are you trying to dishonor your parents, your
heritage, your religion? Shame on you!"
And his mother beat the crap out of him.
Then she called his father, who beat the crap out of him again.
The next day Mohammad returned to school.
The teacher saw all his fresh bruises. "What happened to you, Mike?" she asked.
"Well, shortly after becoming an Irishman, I was attacked by two friggin Muslims."