What a Mujahideen Really Wants? Sons raised on gunpowder and milk.

From SITE:

A series of message (sic)regarding the Muslim woman and her role in supporting Islam and the mujahideen were recently posted to jihadist forums. One document, titled: “What Do the Mujahideen Want from a Muslim Woman?,” written by Abu Omar Abdul Bar, charges that the war launched by the West against Islam is not limited to direct military action, but it also seeks to affect change in economic, social and character levels. In this regard, Abu Omar believes that the enemy is trying to alienate Muslim women within their community and to “spoil them” and provoke them against Muslim society. As opposed to the Western desire to make a “cheap commodity” of a woman, the message advocates the role of a woman as a mujahid, citing various examples of female mujahideen in Muslim history.

Abu Omar writes that a Muslim woman should support the mujahideen, feed her sons “gunpowder with milk” and raise them in the spirit of jihad. He also states: “we want from her to be a factory of heroes and her house to be a lion’s den”. Similarly, another message views the role of women in Islam and entry to Paradise in the context of the Hadith of the Prophet Muhammad. The author provides eleven examples of Muslim women practicing austerity, praying in accordance with Islamic law, and maintaining fealty towards their husbands.

Sorry ladies, but this reminds me of a joke. Here you go.

Two Arab mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a pint of goat's milk.

The older of the mothers pulls her handbag out and starts flipping through family photos, and they start reminiscing. "This is my oldest son Mohammed. He's 24 years old now."

"Yes, I remember him as a baby" says the other mother cheerfully.

"He's a martyr now though" mum confides.

"Oh, so sad dear," says the other.

And this is my second son, Kalid. He's 21."

"Oh, I remember him," says the other happily, "he had such curly hair when he was born."

"He's a martyr too." says mum quietly.

"Oh gracious me ...." says the other.

"And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He's 18." she whispers.

"Yes" says, the friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first started school".

"He's a martyr also," says mum, with tears in her eyes.

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and says...

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"