I knew it wasnt just Rahim Khan on the line. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting. Amir has just emerged victorious in the kite-flying tournament, having sawn through the string of the last remaining kite and thus freeing it to fly free. I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight. And one more thing, General Sahib: you will never again refer to him as 'a Hazara boy' in my presence. That's what you tell people when they ask. That boy sleeping in the other room is Hassan's son. In this quote Amir says that since he won the kite tournament, the only thing that he needs to show his dad is the final kite. "You see, General Sahib, my father slept with his servant's wife, and she bore him a son named Hassan.I pray that He is as merciful, benevolent, and gracious as His book says He is.” I envied the mullah now, envied his faith and. Bowing my head to the ground, I recited half-forgotten verses from the Koranverses the mullah had made us commit to memory in Kabuland asked for kindness from a God I wasn’t sure existed. there is a God, there has to be, and now I will pray, I will pray that He will forgive that I have neglected Him all of these years, forgive that I have betrayed, lied, and sinned with impunity only to turn to Him now in my hour of need. I waited until Baba fell asleep, and then folded a blanket. This is the real house of God, this is where those who have lost God will find Him. I see him here, in the eyes of the people in this corridor of desperation. “.there is a God, there always has been.Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.” That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. “I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975.And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard.
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