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“ Afgans cherish custom but abhor rules’
‘kabul had become […] a city of harelipped ghosts. […] america was a river […] let my sins drown to the bottom’
“i wanted to be just like baba and i wanted to be nothing like him’
‘i could ffeel it rising from sorya and settling between us […] like a newborn child
‘like a harelip’
‘no […] but we have to stay’
‘my fathers house was the picture of fallen splendor’
‘you are an honorable man , amir agha. a true afgan’
dreams
'‘baba refused and everyone shook their heads in dismay at his obsinate ways. Then Baba suceeded and everone shook their heads in awe at his triuphant ways”
“will you read me more of it tomorrow?”
“‘Theres no monster’”
“Baba loved the idea of America. It was living in America that gave him a ulcer”
cyclical
“in none of his stories did Baba ever refer to Ali as his friend. […] I never thought of Hasan and me and friends either’
“four of them […] bleeding down there… his pants… doesnt talk anymore’
‘hes great with a slingshot’
‘plabtd a fistful of crumpled money under a mattress’
violence
“bearded idiots […] God help us all if Afganistan ever falls ito their hands”
“Sometimes I wished they had all died along with their parents’
“rapid staccato of gunfire
“i wished i too had some kind of scar that would beget Baba’s sympathy”
‘splotch of blood on his left sleeve’
atonement/sin
“Sanaubar’s suggestive stride and oscilating hips sent men to reveries of infidelity”
“no act more wretched than stealing, Amir”
“a boy who can’t stand up for himself becomess a man who can’t stand upto anything’
“‘Imbiceile’ it means smart, intelligent’ […] I’d try to make up for it by giving him one of my old shirts or a broken toy”
“‘getting sick’ […]] hassan’s brown corduroy pants discarded […] in the alley”
“perhaps something someone somewhere had decided to deny me fatherhood”
race/ethnicity
“chiseled from hardwood […] narrow eyes like bamboo leaves […] gold green, even sapphire […] chinese doll maker’s istrument may have slipped […] grown tired and careless ’
“his people pollute our homeland […] dirty our blood’
innocence
“sky is seamless and blue, the snow so white my eyes burn”
“look of the lamb”
‘sohrabs eyes flickd to me. they were slaughter sheep’s eyes’
class
“while i ate and complained about my homework, Hassan made my bed, polished my shoes, andironed my outfit”
“illiterate hazara […] never be anything but a cook. how dare he critize you?”
“would you ever ask me to do such a thing, Amir agha?”
family/ friendship
‘reached across my seat, slung my arm around him, pulled him close’
“nevermind that we spent entire witers flying, running kites. neer mind that to me, the face of afganistan is that of a boy with a thin boned frame”
“pomegrate tree near the entrance to the cemetary’
“for you a thousand times over”
gender
“lost her to a ate most Afgans considered far worse than death”
‘lore has it my father onced wrestled a blakc bear […] with his bare hands’
“won the genetic lottery that had determined my sex”
“a woman needed a husband. even if he did silence the song in her”
family
“Baba hred the same ursing woman who had fed me to nurse Hassan”
“Mine was Baba. His was Amir”
“You can’t love a person who lies that way without fearig him too. Maybe even hating him a little”
“as the trees froe an dthe ice sheated the roads, the chill between Baba and m thawed a little”
“morning sun to my yelda”
guilt/self loathing
“blood money”
“i was the snake in the grass’
“the blackness of greif i have brought onto everyone’
“so much goodness in my lige. i wondered wether id eserved any of it’
‘the harder i laughed, the harder he kicked me, punched me, scratched me’
honour
“war doesnt negate decency.. it demands it’
“charrity money […] walked out […] like a man cured of a tumor’
“i envied her. her secret was out’
“every day he doned his gray suit, wound his pocket watch, and waited’