YellowDog
12th September 2009, 23:03
A Muslim dies and arrives in Heaven.
He is very excited as, all his life, he has longed to meet the Prophet Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, he meets a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he asks.
'No, my son. I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up.' And he points him to a ladder that rises into the clouds.
Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, he quickly ascended the ladder in great strides. He meets another bearded man. Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Jesus. Mohammed is higher up still.'
Mohammed higher than Jesus! The poor man can hardly contain his delight and climbs and climbs, ever higher. Once again,he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question: 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still.'
Exhausted but with heart full of joy, he continues to climb the ladder and, yet again, he meets a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he gasps, as he is by now totally out of breath from all his climbing.
'No, my son. I am God. But you look completely exhausted. Would you like a coffee?'
'Oh,yes please, my Lord.'
God looks behind him, claps his hands and calls out: …….. 'Mohammed, two coffees please.'
He is very excited as, all his life, he has longed to meet the Prophet Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, he meets a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he asks.
'No, my son. I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up.' And he points him to a ladder that rises into the clouds.
Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, he quickly ascended the ladder in great strides. He meets another bearded man. Full of hope, he asks again, 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Jesus. Mohammed is higher up still.'
Mohammed higher than Jesus! The poor man can hardly contain his delight and climbs and climbs, ever higher. Once again,he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question: 'Are you Mohammed?'
'No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still.'
Exhausted but with heart full of joy, he continues to climb the ladder and, yet again, he meets a man with a beard.
'Are you Mohammed?' he gasps, as he is by now totally out of breath from all his climbing.
'No, my son. I am God. But you look completely exhausted. Would you like a coffee?'
'Oh,yes please, my Lord.'
God looks behind him, claps his hands and calls out: …….. 'Mohammed, two coffees please.'