Anachronistic and feeling out of place too

An Arab enters a taxi...

Once he is seated he asks the cab driver to turn off the radio because he must not hear music as decreed by his religion and, in the time of the prophet, there was no music, especially Western music, which is music of the infidels and certainly no radio ...

So the cab driver politely switches off the radio, stops the cab and opens the back door.

The Arab asks him: “What are you doing man?”

The cabby answers: “In the time of the prophet there were no taxis. So get out and wait for a camel.”

Meanwhile...

Little Mohamed entered his classroom in France.

What is your name? asked the teacher.

Mohammad.... answered the kid.

Here we are in France, there is no Mohamed. From now on your name will be Jean-Francois, replied the teacher.

In the evening, Mohamed returned home.

How was your day, Mohamed? asked his mother.

My name is not Mohamed, 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, your religion? Shame on you... and she beat him. Then she called the father and he too beat him savagely.

The next day Mohamed returned to school.

When the teacher saw him with all the bruises she asked:
What happened my little Jean-Francois?

Well Miss, just two hours after becoming French, I was attacked by two Arabs!
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