Plot Twist
I really wanted to go to Baba and tell him that we had to leave Kabul. Of course it was that or Hassan and Ali leaving Kabul. But I had to do what I had to do, we could not be here together, it was not right. It had to be the perfect time, also when Ali and Hassan were gone. So that day I had waited till they had to go to get food from the market. Than that was the moment I had done something I never had done before, I lied and black mailed my brother ,the person that fed from the same breasts as me. Hassan the person that was my first memory, my friend.
Hassan and Ali had left to go to the market and just on their way out, I ran out of the house and snuck into their house, their hut, their privacy from everyone else. …show more content…
I could not look into his eyes because I did not want to see even more failure than it was before. Baba told me “Amir why do you do this to yourself?” This was when I ranted out… “Baba all you ever do is pay attention to Hassan, You give him everything that I get, I never get anything special, I just feel like I am not special…” Baba interrupted me “If you think for a minute you 're not special to me you are wrong. Amir I love you so much and I’m sorry that it seems like I am not proud of you. I’m just proud of Hassan, but I’m also proud of you, Amir. Next time do not blackmail Hassan and Ali, I mean ever! I’ve never laid a hand on you, Amir but if you ever say that again”(Hossenini 90) “or blackmail them… “Hassan is not going anywhere do you understand me?”(Hossenini 90) I was scared to not answer Baba, so I told him yes. I never felt like Baba was so mad at me before till this …show more content…
But, it was Hassan, he always forgives people, no matter who it was, he was just that type of person. We started to hang out again, which made me even feel worse about myself. I went to my bedroom, I could not stand to look at Hassan because I was the worst person in the world. I thought of all the times Hassan did something bad to me and all the times I was bad to Hassan. Hassan was never mean to me but I was always mean to Hassan. I had not told Hassan what happened or helped him when he needed help. I was the person that was stuck and did not know where to go, I watched my brother get raped, because I was only thinking about myself. I think I am going to get sick. How can I live like this, Hassan was always there for me and I was not there for him. Today was the day where my life would change
I really wanted to go to Baba and tell him that we had to leave Kabul. Of course it was that or Hassan and Ali leaving Kabul. But I had to do what I had to do, we could not be here together, it was not right. It had to be the perfect time, also when Ali and Hassan were gone. So that day I had waited till they had to go to get food from the market. Than that was the moment I had done something I never had done before, I lied and black mailed my brother ,the person that fed from the same breasts as me. Hassan the person that was my first memory, my friend.
Hassan and Ali had left to go to the market and just on their way out, I ran out of the house and snuck into their house, their hut, their privacy from everyone else. …show more content…
I could not look into his eyes because I did not want to see even more failure than it was before. Baba told me “Amir why do you do this to yourself?” This was when I ranted out… “Baba all you ever do is pay attention to Hassan, You give him everything that I get, I never get anything special, I just feel like I am not special…” Baba interrupted me “If you think for a minute you 're not special to me you are wrong. Amir I love you so much and I’m sorry that it seems like I am not proud of you. I’m just proud of Hassan, but I’m also proud of you, Amir. Next time do not blackmail Hassan and Ali, I mean ever! I’ve never laid a hand on you, Amir but if you ever say that again”(Hossenini 90) “or blackmail them… “Hassan is not going anywhere do you understand me?”(Hossenini 90) I was scared to not answer Baba, so I told him yes. I never felt like Baba was so mad at me before till this …show more content…
But, it was Hassan, he always forgives people, no matter who it was, he was just that type of person. We started to hang out again, which made me even feel worse about myself. I went to my bedroom, I could not stand to look at Hassan because I was the worst person in the world. I thought of all the times Hassan did something bad to me and all the times I was bad to Hassan. Hassan was never mean to me but I was always mean to Hassan. I had not told Hassan what happened or helped him when he needed help. I was the person that was stuck and did not know where to go, I watched my brother get raped, because I was only thinking about myself. I think I am going to get sick. How can I live like this, Hassan was always there for me and I was not there for him. Today was the day where my life would change