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And when a kite runner had his hands on a kite, no one could take it from him. On numerous occasions, he is critical of his son and extols the virtues of Hassan. It was swimming at the bottom, waiting. Why Baba waited until I was ten to have me circumcised was beyond me and one of the things I will never forgive him for. Do you think you can handle that for once?

His family lived a few streets south of our home, in a posh, high-walled compound with palm trees. They then turned around, walked away.

And in those dreams, I can never tell Baba from the bear. Kumar intervened, smiling kindly.

Rahim Khan had been wrong about the mean streak thing. Had I really thought that? He muttered something I didn't understand. Hassan's father, Ali, used to catch us and get mad, or as mad as someone as gentle as Ali could ever get. Baba was telling me about the time he'd cut fourteen kites on the same day.

There was no other viable option. In fact, you bother me more than this Hazara here. Through the wall, I could hear the scratchy sound of Radio Kabul News. The water was a deep blue and sunlight glittered on its looking glass-clear surface. Baba hired the same nursing woman who had fed me to nurse Hassan.

His mouth curled up into something that was supposed to be a reassuring smile. His eyes searched my face for a long time.

The living room downstairs had a curved wall with custom built cabinets. He wore black rubber snow boots and a bright green chapan over a thick sweater and faded corduroy pants. Standing in the kitchen with the receiver to my ear, I knew it wasn't just Rahim Khan on the line.

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In the distance, across the lake, a truck lumbered around a corner on the hill. Baba and his friends reclined on black leather chairs there after Ali had served dinner.

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There was a pomegranate tree near the entrance to the cemetery. Sometimes I asked Baba if I could sit with them, but Baba would stand in the doorway.

Hassan was the perfect audience in many ways, totally immersed in the tale, his face shifting with the changing tones in the story. When I tried it, I almost fell into the gutter. Didn't he have a right to expect the same from his son? Baba and Rahim Khan built a wildly successful carpet-exporting business, two pharmacies, and a restaurant. Piss on the beards of all those self-righteous monkeys.

Ali told us she was a blue-eyed Hazara woman from Bamiyan, the city of the giant Buddha statues. Because the past claws its way out. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. And if I ever cross paths with him, God help him. Neither one of us said much of anything as we walked home in trepidation, certain that Assef and his friends would ambush us every time we turned a corner.

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But he fell with the kite still in his hands. Never mind that we spent entire winters flying kites, running kites. And so it was with kite fighting. But Hassan was by far the greatest kite runner I'd ever seen. When the sky cleared of kites and only the final two remained, julie and julia script pdf every kite runner readied himself for the chance to land this prize.

Sometimes I sat there for an hour, sometimes two, listening to their laughter, their chatter. His face was impassive as ever, though something sober had melted into his eyes. It seemed a minor miracle he didn't tip over with each step.

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He searched Hassan's face intently. Even put his arm around his shoulder.

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And my eyes have been opened. But he's always buried in those books or shuffling around the house like he's lost in some dream. Silence is pushing the off button. Ali shut the gates behind us. As always, it was Rahim Khan who rescued me.

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When he spoke again, he sounded as baffled as he looked. Look at me when I'm talking to you! Hassan who couldn't read and had never written a single word in his entire life. Hassan and I sat under the kursi and played panjpar as wind-rattled tree branches tapped on the window.

Hassan killed the six and picked up the jacks. While I ate and complained about homework, Hassan made my bed, polished my shoes, ironed my outfit for the day, packed my books and pencils. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years. But then they want you to believe that, don't they? Baba was on the roof, watching me.

He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him. Kind of like when we used to play insect torture. His body was tossed and hurled in the stampede like a rag doll, finally rolling to a stop when the melee moved on. Clutched him in a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek.

He'll never be anything but a cook. Nonetheless, Amir finds out that Hassan had a son Sohrab, who is now located in some orphanage in Kabul. Assef and two of his friends, Wali and Kamal, were approaching us. At least two dozen kites already hung in the sky, like paper sharks roaming for prey. But something about Amir troubles me in a way that I can't express.

In the meantime, Baba gets diagnosed with terminal cancer and agrees to one last thing before passing away. The book said a lot of things I didn't know, things my teachers hadn't mentioned. And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. We went to the bazaar and bought bamboo, glue, string, and paper.

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