Im not remotely religious but to offer the non-muslim version of that joke might go like this:

3 Men walk into an outback Aussie pub, a Rabbi, a Mufti and Priest. The 3 men all extremely parched and eager to quench their respective thirst at what is probably the only inhabited structure within a 100K radius...look expectantly at.the surly, ink covered Barman. What'll it be boys. 'A nice cup of tea would be lovely' the Priest states more in hope than expectation 'Nah,No tea here' the Barman replies, a condescending scowl on his face. 'water then' the Barmans expression hardens further...before he feels any further discomfort, the Priest inquires as to what drinks are available. 'This is a Pub mate'. '1 beer please' the priest quickly confirms. 'Make that 2 please' the Rabbi adds - sharp as a tack and just happy at the thought of ingest some liquid. Slowly and deliberately the gaze of the other 3 mean lock on the Mufti, he lowers his eyes clearly seeking to avoid their collective gaze whilst fidgeting nervously. The Barman, sensing the Mufti's anxiety and keen to cut to the chase suggests inclusively '3 stubbies then'....the Mufti fidgets further only highlighting his discomfort 'Mate'...the Barman barks clearly unimpressed with the Mufti's indecisiveness. After some delay the Mufti raises his eyes. 'Water please' he murmurs. The Barman, adamant this strange retiring fellow 'must' be taking the piss glares admonishingly at the Mufti who is clearly rattled. 'What did I just fucken say' the Barman snarls through gritted teeth. 'My faith prohibits the consumption of alcohol' exclaims the observant Islamic cleric. The Barman reels slightly at this revelation, stunned. He continues to blink for several moments trying to process an statement that he'd never heard. Clearly stumped by a concept he cant get his head around his gaze locks on a non-descript part of the floor beyond the 3 gents as he slowly regathers his thoughts ---then nodding his head ever so slightly the barman can muster only 'right, right, right' to himself as much as his quirky patronage...slowly but with intent he draws his gaze up to meet that of the anxious Mufti. 'Oh well, in that case' counters the barman 'Yes!?' blurts the Mufti hopefully, sensing renewed hope that a compromise might be on offer..... ' Fuck Off ya Goose!'