"the kite runner" is simply one book which I haven't been able to get out of my head since the day I touched it.

I have written a fan fiction inspired by that book. I've tweaked the climax a bit.

THE TEARS HAVE DRIED UP

“For you, a thousand times over” these words keep echoing in my ears every time I close my eyes.everytime I try to move on and every time I think I can forget my past. It is said that there is brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that not even time could break. Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words.Mine was Baba.His was Amir. My name.Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975—and all that followed—was already laid in those first words……my brother my friend in reality he was my servant but actually he was always more than that. The problem with people like Hassan was that they meant everything they said and expected everybody else to be the same too.haha!! stupid hazara.In afghanistan with cultural and racial divides so deep and devastating.i found my first friend in Hassan a lowly hazara (an inferior caste meant to do menial work) but truly the best human being I ve known.not that I ever acknowledged that .he adored me like a brother but I could not stand him being better at me in anything. “It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime...” ….21 years after escaping from Afghanistan there is not a single day I don’t think of Hassan and things I should not have done. But my past is not completely guilt ridden, despite the highly religious and the dangerous environment we lived in, Hassan and I had the most amazing childhood that nobody could have had anywhere in this world…..the pomegranate trees and the walls of the shops in spice market would tell our tales if they were still there. Unfortunately the afghan I remember is gone. The afghan I know was a cultural paradise all that remains now are the blood-stained walls, not the bakras(goat) but of the people.people argue that what hitler did was in a way justified. I strongly disagree anything that disrupts the peace of life can’t be right. That is what the Taliban has done to my roots. I still call afghan my roots despite the 20 years I have lived in the U.S. because somewhere in one sunny afternoon of 1975 everything that was to happen for the rest of my life was decided. It makes me wonder how a 12yr old could have done that. Of course I can always say I was in fear. But hassan was the same 12years as I was and not once did he even in his wildest dreams think of betraying me or leaving me there as we were cornered by those rich Pashtun bullies I was rich and Pashtun too but I could never be like them.they let me go because they were afraid of my father and I fled the scene as quick as I could. Even as I was running I didn’t realise this moment ,this event was going to change my life.it was going to define me as a person and haunt me for the rest of my life. Hassan returned home with his noseand knees bleeding. I could not even look at him neither could he. He refused to speak about what had happened there.it was something so terrible it traumatised Hassan for life. And this isn’t even the worst thing I did to Hassan. To escape the guilt feeling I had. I accused Hassan of stealing and before I knew it Hassan and his father were evicted and that is the last I saw of him. I can still see those helpless eyes staring directly into my soul. Every bit of happiness left the house along with Hassan. Apologizing for the things I did to him requires another life time. Sorry is an understatement here.

My life in New York has been financially satisfying but nothing will ever satisfy my soul. There is a emptiness in my life that no amount of happiness and money can fill.






To wipe of the tears I reached for a tissue, just then the phone rang,






ME: Hello


: Amir agha??


Nobody has called me agha in 20years not since Hassan….