“What is your name?” inquired the teacher.
“Mohammad,” he said.
“You’re in Ireland now,” the teacher said, “therefore you’ll be known as Mike from now on.”
Mohammad came home from school.
“How was your day, Mohammad?” questioned his mum.
“Mohammad is not my name. I’m in Ireland and now my name is Mike”.
“Are you embarrassed by your name? Are you attempting to defame your parents, your heritage, or your religion? You should be ashamed!”
And his mother thrashed him to oblivion.
Then she called his father, who thrashed him once again.
Mohammad went back to school the next day. The teacher saw all of his fresh bruises.
“What happened, Mike?” she inquired.
“Well shortly after becoming an Irishman, I was attacked by two fookin Arabs.”
