A reader writes:

One of my best friends, Aziz, is Syrian. When his son, Ali, graduated from a Wisconsin high school last year, Aziz through a large garden party. He rented a dozen large tables, set them up in his big, shady backyard, and easily filled then with several dozen of his Arab friends.

I was enjoying my favorite beverage when a mutual friend walked in and said to me "Who are all these people? I've never seen any of them."

I pointed to the tables one by one and said "Way in the back by the swingset is al Qaeda. Next to them is Hezballah. Islamic Jihad is playing badminton."

Aziz still laughs about that whenever I see him.

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