I got this in an email form my friend Maziar.
Mohammad entered his classroom.
“What is your name?” asked the teacher.
“Mohammad,” answered the kid.
“Here in France, there is no Mohammad. From now on your name will be Jean-Francois,” replied the teacher.
In the evening, Mohammad returned home.
“How was your day, Mohammad?” asked his mother.
“My name is not Mohammad. I am in France and my name is Jean-Francois.”
“Ah, are you ashamed of your name?! Are you trying to disown your parents?! Your heritage?! Shame on you!” And she beat him. Then she called the father and he beat him very hard.
The next day Mohammad returned to school.
When the teacher saw him with all the bruises she asked:
“What happened my little Jean-Francois?”
“Well Miss, 2 hours after becoming French, I was attacked by two Arabs.”
