Muslim Jokes Novels & Stories

"Alright, fine. If you won't smile, I'll have to tell you my top-tier jokes. What do you call a fake noodle?" Elena had blinked, her stern frown flickering for a split second. "What?" "An impasta." She had stared at me in absolute, stony silence for three whole seconds. "That is terrible. That is the worst joke I've ever heard." "Okay, okay, tough crowd," I had grinned, my dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight as I stroked her cheek. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?" "Jaxx, please stop…" "Because they make up everything."

He gave full time t o patients,also cracking some jokes to ease the tension. Like saying to an old man: "That parathas with butter of yours are cause of this.So uncle stop making muscles,parathas won't make it and leave those parathas" The man just smiled and gave a nod showing him he will obey from now on. Then he was checking another patient who was bald he winked and said "Nice hairstyle uncle.You seem like Pitbull" I control my laughter by putting my hands on mouth.

Mike replied excitedly. "Really? Crazy chinaman Zuomin? I doubt it, being that the two of you are still breathing." "They must be lucky as fuck," the second man whose name was revealed to be Majeed said. "No, Majeed. It's called balls! Something you might learn to grow." "I would shoot your ass right now if not for your brother's sake," Majeed said. "Yeah, tough guy! Oh, I'm so afraid, I am shitting my pants right now," Mickey joked as Majeed stared at him bitterly, it made me wonder if he would decide to shoot Mickey if he could and the answer I came up with was a big yes.

Iskander's jokes are contagious. "You're a natural," I say. "I have a few more if you're interested." He asks as he licks the sauce plate. "Of course," I say. I'm eager to hear his next joke. "Okay, here's one. What do you call a sheep with wheels?" I think about it, and then I say, "A lamb-borghini?" Iskander nods his head and smiles. "That's right," he says. "You're getting the hang of this, Let's try another one," Iskander says. "What do you call a sheep with a bad haircut?" I try to think of an answer, but I'm stumped. Iskander leans in and whispers the answer in my ear. "A ewe-cut!" he says. I start to laugh again, and I can't stop. Iskander's jokes are hilarious, and I'm enjoying myse

The air left my system, with atrophied lungs, I had to fan my face. "Good for you, but don't flatter yourself that he has a wife." he added with amusement. The worst joke, if I knew what it meant to meet Ismail Al-Murabarak, I wouldn't be spouting nonsense. “Oh really?” “It's not a joke, redhead” He rolled his eyes. Still without giving credit, I reviewed the contents of the folder, only to verify that a bad move of life, put it back in my present.

There is more than one coach, it’s a large orchestra, but of course I’ve ended up on the same one as David Delaney. He’s spending the journey telling off-colour jokes to anyone who cares to listen. The sort of jokes that are full of demeaning racial, cultural and sexual stereotypes, but that are of such a common type, repeated and heard so often, that many people don’t even notice how hurtful and harmful they are. He’s getting a few laughs, but there’s several dirty looks turned his way as well. After a while one of the trumpeters tells him to knock it off.

"Let me go pleased!" "You are not cooperating, Miss." Huxley lets out a slight groan of weariness. "Answer the fucking simple question or I shall have you shipped back to the Middle East," Vladimir interjects. "Auctioned off to some hairy sheek, even if you're worth only one dinar." I knit my brows at him in disbelief. Is he serious? "It's not sheek it's Sheikh!" I snap before further correcting him. "Secondly, I'm not Middle Eastern, my family is from Central Asia! Not all Muslims are from the Mid East and not all Middle Easterners are Muslim!"

Damn! The man who entered the musala was Ahmed Floyd Austin Jr. He was a handsome pious man at once an athlete in equestrian and archery - sports favored by the Prophet Muhammad. Ahmed himself became the idol of many Muslim women in Clofus. Additionally, Ahmed was Madura Regent Floyd Austin Sr's son. I became sure that Ahmed is someone Aisha texted earlier? "Assalamualaikum," Ahmed greeted us politely. His baritone voice was sound charismatic.

"No mom - I groaned, but internally I blushed just thinking about that. "I just admired her mom, nothing else - I said looking everywhere but at them, here starts the teasing session. Everyone started teasing me, the door bell rung. Rahima (servant) opened the door, dad came inside with a smile but as he saw me, his smile vanished. "Assalamualaikum (a way of greeting in muslim) dad - I said softly. "Walekum assalam ( a way of replying greetings in muslims) - he said rudely not looking at me.

Marwan rolled his eyes, toying with his pen. "I forgot how sarcastic you were," Muslim stated rolling his eyes too. "Can we go home now?" "No." "Have you always been this stubborn?" "Only on days that end with a y." Muslim's brows rose and when their gazes clashed, they burst into a fit of laughter that belied the turmoil going on within them. When their laughter subsided, Muslim looked at Marwan with so much sorrow Marwan knew that Muslim was aware of their situation. "Mar..." "Don't," he shook his head. "There is nothing to talk about Junior, it's over."