And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
-Khaled Hosseini (The kite runner)
Running with the thread, they made in their backyard, the two boys – a hazara and a pashutan – jumped across the city of Kabul, chasing a kite. One was a handsome young man, who goes to school, a lovely writer and someone who became a better storyteller later in life. The other one was delicate, harelipped, a better friend, or say a better priest who would pray his master as a god.
Above is a story that would bring you from the thoughts of fascination and utopian ideology to something real. Something that each one of us have felt. A sense of guilt that is realised and repaid instead of suffering it till the end.
Time can be a greedy thing-sometimes it steals the details for itself.
Amir and Hussain, the former is the master and the later a servant. Growing up like a brother, feeding from same mother, yet the thought of existing differently was imprinted…
An event that changed lives, maybe not one. A history of people in Kabul. A victory of Taliban over emotions, lifestyle and love. This showed how streets of free kabul was, how the one who fought were dead. A separation, that came together by the thought of repaying the debt of years, and most importantly it narrates the tale of love and sin going hand in hand.
As Rahim Khan says, “There is a way to be good again”.
I never knew I would end up falling in love with a book where the meaning of love has been interpreted and understood the way the readers want to. This indeed was something that will make me crave to read it again just as if it is the first time.
You are lucky if you are going to read it for the first time. And if you have already read it, you are lucky to praise the people of kabul at present and feel what is felt there, thousands of miles apart.
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