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122 Cards in this Set
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'I wished he'd give me... |
the punishment I craved, so maybe I'd finally sleep at night.' |
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'I wondered how and when... |
I'd become capable of causing this kind of pain.' |
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'I was glad that someone knew... |
me for who I really was; I was tired of pretending.' |
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'he says every price... |
has a tax.' |
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'War doesn't negate decency... |
it demands it, even more than in times of peace.' |
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'Baba loved the idea of America... |
it was living in America that gave him an ulcer.' |
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'What kind of country is this? |
No one trusts anybody.' |
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'I thought of all the trucks, train sets and bikes... |
He'd bought me in Kabul. Now America. One last gift for Amir.' |
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'Kabul had become a city of ghosts for me... |
A city of harelipped ghosts.' |
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'I was fully aware of... |
the Afghan double standard that favoured my gender.' |
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'I had won the... |
genetic lottery that had determined my sex.' |
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'I think the only thing he loved as much as his late wife... |
was his late country.' |
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'Every women needed a... |
husband, even if he did silence the song in her.' |
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'Hassan taught him to read and write... |
his son was not going to grow up illiterate like he had.' |
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'children are fragile, Amir jan... |
Kabul is already full of broken children and I don't want Sohrab to become another.' |
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'A boy who won't stand up for himself... |
becomes a man who can't stand up to anything.' |
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'All that a man had back then, all that he was... |
was his honour, his name.' |
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'I feel like a... |
tourist in my own country.' |
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'Returning to Kabul was like running into... |
an old forgotten friend and seeing life hadn't been good to him.' |
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'Ethnic cleansing... |
I like it. I like the sound of it.' |
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'Now I was the one under the microscope... |
The one who had to prove my worthiness. I deserved this.' |
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'You will never again refer to him as Hazara boy |
in my presence. He has a name and it's Sohrab.' |
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'Because when spring comes it melts the snow one flake at a time... |
and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.' |
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'Hassan never... |
denied me anything.' |
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'most beautiful house in the Wazir Akbar Khan district... |
a new and affluent neighbourhood' 'rose bushes' |
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'A modest little... |
mud hut, where Hassan lived with his father.' |
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Sanaubar has a 'dishonourable reputation'. She 'tempted... |
countless men into sin.' |
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'An entire chapter dedicated to... |
Hassan's people!' |
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'Pashtuns had quelled... |
them with unspeakable violence.' |
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Ali finds 'his joy, his antidote... |
the moment Sanaubar had given birth to Hassan.' |
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Baba 'once wrestled... |
a black bear.' |
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'I can never tell... |
Baba from the bear.' |
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'Attention shifted to him... |
like sunflowers turning to the sun.' |
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'There is only one sin, only one. And that is... |
theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft.' |
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'There is something... |
missing in that boy.' |
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'I never thought of Hassan... |
and me as friends.' |
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'warm Coca-Cola and rosewater... |
ice cream topped with crushed pistachios.' |
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'I'd tease him, expose his ignorance... |
I would always feel guilty about it later.' |
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'I never got to finish that sentence. |
Because suddenly Afghanistan changed forever.' |
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'Assef's blue eyes glinted with... |
a light not entirely sane.' |
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Assef on Hitler: 'Now, there was a leader. A great leader. |
A man with vision.' |
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'how he'd accepted the fact that he'd grow old in... |
that mud shack in the yard, the way his father had.' |
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'three o'clock... |
the sun had slipped behind [the clouds]' |
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'I just watched. |
Paralysed.' |
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'It was the look... |
of the lamb.' |
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'I imagine the animal sees that its imminent demise... |
is for a higher purpose.' |
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'Maybe Hassan was the price I had to pay, |
the lamb I had to slay, to win Baba. Was it a fair price?' |
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'You bring me shame.' |
'This is his home and we're his family.' |
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'grinning, looming over both, |
his arms resting on their shoulders.' |
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'A havoc of scrap and rubble... |
littered the alley.' |
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'Hassan's brown... |
corduroy pants.' |
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'I wasn't worthy of this sacrifice;... |
I was a liar, a cheat and a thief.' |
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'This was Hassan's final... |
sacrifice for me.' |
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Baba (about the theft of the watch): |
'I forgive you.' |
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'You're the brother I never had... |
pleading... He cried... the pain in his plea, the fear.' |
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'Life here is... |
impossible for us now.' |
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'It scared me a little, seeing a growing man sob. |
Fathers weren't supposed to cry.' |
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'You couldn't trust anyone in Kabul anymore... |
they'd taught children to spy on their parents.' |
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Kamal 'had withered... |
hollow look.' |
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'Someone was screaming. No, not screaming. |
Wailing.' 'My boy won't breathe.' |
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'My Swap Meet... |
Princess.' |
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'The man is a Pashtun to the root... |
He has nang and namoos... Honour and Pride.' |
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'I was so proud of her, and I felt... |
I'd done something really worthwhile, you know?' |
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'When the pounds kept shedding. And shedding. When his cheeks... |
hollowed. And his temples melted. And his eyes receded in their sockets.' |
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Baba to Amir on his wedding day: 'Handsome... |
It's the happiest day of my life.' |
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'There is no... |
pain tonight.' |
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'And I remember wondering if Hassan too had married. |
And if so, whose face he had seen in the mirror under the veil?' |
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'They filled the parking spots... |
at the mosque in Hayward.' |
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'Baba had wrestled bears his whole life... |
wife... son... homeland... Poverty. Indignity.' |
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'My whole life, I had been 'Baba's son'. |
Now he was gone.' |
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'Baba couldn't show me the way anymore; |
I'd have to find it on my own.' |
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'It's so ******* unfair.' |
'Just forget it.' |
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'I wiped a tear from her jawline, just above her birthmark... |
with the pad of my thumb.' |
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'I wanted to be just like Baba... |
and I wanted to be nothing like him.' |
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'this adoption... thing, I'm not so sure... |
it's for us Afghans.' |
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'Blood is a powerful thing, bachem,... |
never forget that.' |
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'I don't want to go to Kabul. |
I can't.' |
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'A way to end |
the cycle.' |
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'the carcass of an... |
old burned-out Soviet tank.' |
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'You've always been... |
a tourist here. You just didn't know it.' |
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'They hadn't been staring at the watch at all. |
They'd been staring at my food.' |
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'I planted a fistful... |
of crumpled money under a mattress.' |
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'I used to teach... |
at the university.' |
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'We are here today to... |
carry out Sharia.' |
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'John Lennon walked... |
back to the mound.' |
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'Usually he'll take a girl... |
But not always.' |
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'What happens to the children he takes?' |
'Sometimes they come back.' |
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'Nothing that you remember... |
has survived. Best to forget.' |
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'Public justice is the greatest kind of show, my brother... |
education en masse.' |
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'Let the bullets fly, free of guilt and remorse, |
knowing you are virtuous, good and decent.' |
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'The boy had his father's round moon face...' |
Repetition of 'the face' |
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'His hands slid down the child's back, then up, felt under his armpits... |
The man's hands slid up and down the boy's belly. Up and down, slowly, gently.' |
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'Every night the commandant, a half-Hazara, half-Uzbek thing who smelled like a rotting donkey...' |
'I was screaming and screaming and he kept kicking me.' |
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'The words spilled suddenly and unexpectedly... |
came out before I could yank the leash.' |
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'I took Sohrab's hand... |
His fingers moved, laced themselves with mine.' |
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'I don't know if I gave Assef a good fight... |
I had never so much as thrown a punch in my entire life.' |
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Repetition of 'Sohrab screaming.' |
Emphasis on impact of war on innocents. |
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'My body was broken... |
but I felt healed. Healed at last.' |
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'Sohrab had the slingshot pointed... |
to Assef's face.' |
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'fresh tears pooling in his green eyes, |
mixing with mascara.' 'mascara' put on lamb at Eid before the sacrifice. |
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'He [Sohrab] took my hand. |
Helped me to my feet.' |
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'Baba is sitting on the bear's chest, his fingers digging in its snout. |
He looks up at me and I see. He's me. I am wrestling the bear.' |
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'The worst laceration was on your upper lip... |
there will be a scar. That is unavoidable.' |
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'What you did was wrong, Amir jan, but do not forget that you were a boy when... |
it happened. A troubled little boy.' |
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'When he saw you, he saw himself. And... |
his guilt.' |
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'Your father, like you, |
was a tortured soul.' |
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'true redemption is... |
when guilt leads to good.' |
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'I wanted to pull him close, hold him, tell him the world... |
had been unkind to him, not the other way around.' |
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'I'm so dirty... |
and full of sin.' |
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'What had happened in that room with Assef... |
had irrevocably bound us.' |
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'My hands are stained with Hassan's blood; |
I pray God doesn't let them get stained with the blood of his boy too.' |
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'I feel my throat clamping.' |
'I need air.' |
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'I thought I'd read you some of it.' |
Shift in Amir's attitude |
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'Tired of everything.' |
'I want my old life back.' |
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'I wonder how long before... |
Sohrab smiled again.' |
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'In the end, Sohrab never accepted my offer. |
Nor did he decline it.' |
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'Like dull wallpaper, |
Sohrab had blended into the background.' |
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'Did I ever tell you your father was the best... |
kite runner in Wazir Akbar Khan?' |
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'suddenly I was twelve again... |
and all the old instincts came rushing back.' |
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'I'd already slipped him... |
Hassan's trick.' |
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'Do you want me to... |
run that kite for you?' |
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'A grown man... |
running with a swarm of screaming children.' |