"The kite runner" is about a man who betrayed his best friend in an alley. "I brought Hassan s son from Afghanistan to america, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil" "i looked at hassan, showing those two missing front teeth, sunlight slanting.
"The kite runner" is about a man who betrayed his best friend in an alley. "I brought Hassan s son from Afghanistan to america, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil" "i looked at hassan, showing those two missing front teeth, sunlight slanting.
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"The kite runner" is about a man who betrayed his best friend in an alley. "I brought Hassan s son from Afghanistan to america, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil" "i looked at hassan, showing those two missing front teeth, sunlight slanting.
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“There is a way to be good again.” This is said by Rahim Khan to
Amir to encourage him to help Hassan’s son escape Afghanistan and finally redeem himself. “I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.” Said by Amir, story opener that talks about the time he betrayed his best friend Hassan in an alley in Kabul. “There was brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that even time could not break.” "For you, a thousand times over." This is said by Hassan to Amir as Hassan runs his last kite, the prized blue one that would earn Amir his Baba's praises. Years later, Amir still remembers these words when he thinks of Hassan. "I brought Hassan’s son from Afghanistan to America, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in turmoil of uncertainty." "Because when spring comes it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting" Referring to the smile on Sohrab's face, the first one seen in America. "I had been the entitled half, the society-approved, legitimate half, the unwitting embodiment of Baba's guilt. I looked at Hassan, showing those two missing front teeth, sunlight slanting on his face. Baba's other half. The unentitled, under-privileged half. The half who had inherited what had been pure and noble in Baba. The half that, maybe, in the most secret recesses of his heart, Baba had thought of as his true son." "I looked down at Sohrab. One corner of his mouth had curled up just so. A smile. Lopsided. Hardly there. But there."